Retrospectively Compile

 

 

When sifting through my conscience

Answers that I excavate

To confront all my nonsense

 

Trying to find some distance

Emotions I can’t contain

Why I try to make some sense

Battled thoughts of my own sane

 

Exploring through therapy

I open and break down doors

Write cathartic poetry

Of frustrations I endure

 

Feelings I can’t disregard

Even through medication

Questions of why I’m so scarred

Not my imagination

 

I don’t want apologies

Or excuses of the past

I ask for your honesty

So thoughts no longer contrast

 

Retrospectively thinking

Of words in which you beguile

Negativity linking

Of deception you compile