What if we protect ourselves from past pain
Replace the bad memories with false ones
Fake it and act out as another person we’d like to be
Am I one of those sons?
What if we could not handle the truth?
Get lost in a dream
Invent a world where we can live
Forever looking for a way to redeem
A simple example
The common confabulation
Our minds often rewrite
Such a simple relation
Not the way it happened
Not the way it is
We circle back years later
Trying to reconcile this nostalgic quiz
Maybe pride, maybe sloth or greed
Maybe lust, maybe gluttony or envy
I wonder which one I’ve fallen into?
I wonder which one is me?
Maybe my punishment is my hidden anger?
Am I living out wrath?
Have I become my own executioner?
Or is it the result of growing up with a psychopath?
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