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A million distorted masks
Nov 20, 2020
A poem about guilt
They’re only going to remind you
Each time you look behind you
You know they’re going to find you.
You won’t see the path ahead
You forget about that book you read
To try and get out of your head.
You know they’re going to escape
If you try to lock that gate
Can’t escape the bed you make.
Try to move on and forget
Pretend that you gladly accept
Disguise the faces of regret.
The things you wish you hadn’t done
Back when it seemed like harmless fun
Before you knew what would become.
The faces press against the glass
A million distorted masks
You’re face to face now with the past.
You thought the past would never find you
It’s all around and still behind you
And you swore the past would not define you.
