Even this subject to me is.. impure.
It's so agitating, why can I not forget?
Does the universe mean to keep it..
Locked inside of my head?

I want to forget the whole month,
Of that year.
I want to leave behind everything,
That I was too afraid to act out.
Everything that happened because,
I did not act out.
I was a weakling trapped inside of,
A lost girl.

Now I have been found,
In the best way possible.
Is it not supposed to be,
..easy now?

I suppose that's just not plausible.
After all I did somehow cause it all.
I kept it all shut inside for a while.
But it has to all spill out eventually.

It is so difficult to remain happy.
Or is it?
I shouldn't let this get to me,
But I am unclean.

What if no one truly wants me.
This is my greatest fear.