memories are sometimes disguised
so that we do not see
all The imperfections that lie in you and me.
The memories that are painful
can sometimes be our strengths
For if we take it by the horns
We can mold it and it will bend.
There are so many people that we meet
Along the way, some we turn our backs on
And some we allow to stay.
People are so defensive that it becomes
Easy to offend.
You say something jokingly , then you lose a friend.
We put our feelings in disguise so that no one
Can see, that we can cry like anyone else
but live in hypocrisy.
The disguises can be many and we
tend to hide our face, but when we look in the mirror
All that we can see, is the pain in our eyes
That brings back those memories.
Memories can be like daggers that stab you in the back
They will build up inside of you  and then they double stack.
Let us take off the disguises and face it head on
Once we do that it will all be gone.
Then the memories that lie within ourselves
Will be all of beauty and there it will dwell.