Memories

Self Explainatory

My past holds memories

memories of all kinds

all different places

at different kinds

 

some are awful

some are bad

many are painful

making me sad

 

few are great

that make me smile

they don't stick around

not even for a while

 

i surpressed the awful ones

now theyre spilling about

running rampid on my soul

making me need to shout

Author's Note

weak poem. i know