It is quiet as I age.
It just happened one day, the pain was nothing, the past a blur.
And then the madness caught up with me, all my youthful indiscretions suddenly became real.
They are etched in my body forever, growing inside of me.
I cannot escape this, not again.
It is here, screaming at me from the mirror, reminding me of the decisions I made.
It is splitting me, breaking me, invading the gaps that I neglected.
But I am still a child, no love will change that.
When nobody is around I try not care.
But it comes and it takes over, and I have to let it end because I am still a child.
And I fold, my cards are worth next to nothing.
But age came unannounced, unforgiving, making me an adult,
Filled with all this guilt, all this responsibility.
Walking away is no longer an option.
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