I look in the mirror and what do I see? Just another face looking out at me Do you have something to tell me, do I have a right to know? Is it something I remember, say it isn’t so?! I want to remember and I want to forget I want to pretend it is all in my head And I have to take things one step at a time And I have to remember that the thoughts intertwine Some of the memories belong to the past And some are the products of life ever last I want to pretend and make it go far away The memories come back and insist that I stay So I cover my ears and my eyes and my face And the sounds continue from a distant place I see the horror of times long forgotten And I wash it away like I’m stuffed up with cotton With a smile like it never happened although I know it is so I prefer the hidden tunnel, so far away I now go.
Written years ago during my inner healing days from deep abuse