Echoes of a memory.
A distorted view of what used to be.
Was I ever capable of romantic love?
Was I also the reason I wasn't enough.?

My thoughts were sometimes cognitively impaired.
I didn't see the truth. Feeling blissfully unaware.
Never understanding a power dynamic,
Or that fact people can hide the deeper waves of panic,

But that doesn't mean that nothing about it was real.
Or that I was against revealing,
All the trauma I was concealing.

I wanna scream.
Scream until my voice starts to falter,
Feeling left at the...