My unconscious mind still sees you.
It finds you crouching behind my first car,
Or standing in a closet of my first apartment,
Or slithering between birthdays and holidays.
I’ve tried so hard to hide you,
In the dark corners of my mind,
Surrounded by trauma and fear,
Where I rarely go.
But you still find your way back to the forefront.
I say it’s you, but it’s really me.
I bring you back each time,
Because as hard as I try to hide you,
I try even harder to find you.