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Faces of my Past
"Is it too late to make peace with past memories?"
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I do dwell too often on the past
about things I had no control
If I told all it would likely flabbergast
these memories from so long ago
I am ashamed when being asked
of the things that happened then
Forced so young to grow up far too fast
my childhood stolen way back when
Did I deserve to be lashed and trashed
whipped mercilessly told I was stupid
Was I an evil child needing to be outcast
for my thoughts and my curiosities
Always living in terror made to feel abashed
taught to lie because of pain and fear
Thinking I was a part of some lower caste
hiding the real me became so undemanding
Take control now change the contrast
easier said than done I tell myself
Knowing it wasn't me who harassed
I only wanting to be loved
Nurtured and protected from life's blast
allowed just to be a kid
Yes I do dwell on many things from my past
I can't throw them away they are a part of me
Faces from my youth hide behind this wrinkled mask
they formed this person that I be
Wiping my tears mugging my fears giving away my guilt at last
Loving who I have become is the only way I will ever truly be free
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11 Sep 2015
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