The Haunted Memory

I long to hide in a hole and stay hidden Embarrassment haunts me as the memory resurfaces All eyes punish me with their glares My moral sense did not guide me For it was not developed At 14, my young mind did not know consequences I beat myself up in my mind I scream to make it better But the anxiety never goes away the memory never fades As it uninvitedly resurfaces, I relive it Over and over and over again