Memories

No matter where I go, They seem to always follow. Memories of the past, which I wish stayed behind. It seems that they love to follow, no matter where I go. There's no sense in hiding, Since they seem to know where to go. I might as well face the fact that they're always going to follow. Even though I try to keep them far behind, they seem to always be with me, where ever I go. I might as well get used to the fact, that no matter where I go, they will always seem to follow. Or at least until I find a way for the memories of my past to lead the way, so that for once, I will be able to follow on the path that will lead me to a bright and happy future. Or....I could try to forgive and forget the people who have brought the memories to my life, even though, that doesn't seem likely for me to do so.