I’m in a crowded room
And it’s so loud
I see myself
Every iteration of me there has ever been
I can never forgive me
And I can never forget me
Or everything I’ve done
And everyone I’ve failed
They stand there and look at me and their very presence torments me
All of my husks
Because I can change and move and become
And still there they are
Silent reminders
Of things I’d never like to be again
Of all the dead things I leave behind
Of all the things I refuse to think about


















