It may be in the past,
Doesn't mean I'm not scared.
Could now be behind me,
Though anything could
Be put in front of me.

I try to let go.
I cannot forget.
My heart is pounding out of
My chest.
My body trembles and shakes
Like a loud maraca.

Will they come find me?
Do they remember what I do?
Will it get worse?

I know it's over,
But what are my consequences?
Lobotomy?
Death?

Stop it.
I'm fine.
Like everyone else,
I'm over it.
And now and forever,
It is in,
The past.