Dreams
The dreams, they frighten me
They are only memories, all of them,
memories.
But, oh how the frighten
How much they hurt
Dreams, memories, there is no difference,
not to me
I relive the memories of my young life
I relive them every night
They seem so real to me
It's like doing it all over again
Every night
I feel the pain, the hurt - again
I feel the anger, the hate - again
I feel the guilt and the shame - again
I feel the love - again
That frightens me most of all.
Copyright © Tammy Anderson | Year Posted 2015
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