Time and Time Again

It is a vicious circle It took two years before you could get back in a pool This regret and pain never seem to go away And neither do the questions All the while, a piece of you is Dying inside. Nobody seems to truly understand No apology seems sincere since They are trying to find somewhere to Place the blame. The journalists do not care about showing up While you are walking in to work And the lawyers do not care about your emotions While they grill you with questions about everything. But all you can see is her face as she’s sitting Next to you, a face beaming with such excitement An excitement that does not last long, stripped away Far too soon. Nobody really understands how you feel Except the people who were right there with you And they know how it feels to have carried this around For three years. But you still don’t talk about it with anybody It is too painful to bring up, to think about So you just keep it bottled up tight until you Explode. It is a vicious circle.