Fear of the Forgotten Past

you're right 

I am afraid 

I'm scared of 

opening up these forgotten scars

burning down my walls

built so high 

never let in or out

walls guarding something 

something so mysterious 

its identity, foreign

foreign to even me 

you're right 

I am afraid 

I'm scared of 

his search party

within my mind 

the fire in his hands 

burning down my walls

built so high 

guarding the lost memories 

of once was 

or of here and now 

you're right 

I am afraid

I'm scared of 

his dark lair

the chair he wants 

to sit me in 

while I speak words

the words that become his keys

keys that allow him to find a way in 

you're right 

I am afraid 

I'm afraid 

I'm scared of 

him unlocking the metal gates

opening them up so wide 

that sunlight shines through 

bringing along clarity 

clarity upon something 

something I'm terrified to find 

So you're right 

I am afraid 

I'm scared of 

myself