Scar Tissue

Life is just a traffic jam, and I can't seem to get past my thoughts So, many accidents my regrets get lost Souls trying to fly without wings Trying to retrace their steps But no footprints are left behind A weird feeling breezes through this ghost town of my mind State the reason for your existence, I exclaimed Wondering just where I was The response whispered life lessons Confused I asked lessons? There is nothing here The whisper replied exactly You never learn you only push me back and erase me away Causing the worst type of pain A blank space Then I understood I never faced my problems I only covered them up Leaving a vacancy where the past should live So, I could digest the pain and leave it behind instead of still getting caught up in old ish Lesson learned to move into my wounds p.s. I'm the student and the teacher...