I thought it happened
I don’t remember how many
years ago.
It plays like an old record
and then I’m in rage
throwing rocks at
the oven and tearing books
in half.
I now remember when it was,
it was a memory of
my high school days when
I failed and almost didn’t
graduate.
Verges and fears,
memories and mediation,
morality and reality,
****
it all.
Remembering how the door
was slammed in my face
because someone didn’t
get their way.
Looking back to the locker room
where every leader standing
only to hear themselves talk.
Listen!
Hear this from me,
you won’t regret listening.
Be the great person you
want to be and
shut the hell
up about it.
Every moment is someone
elses bad memory.
You looked at me then
and saw the most insecure
little thing.
Look at me now and
see the most angry and
Idiotic person in the
world.
Trying to move past,
trying to let it all be gone,
what if it happens again?