Hindsight
By SickSanityJenn
Memories they haunt
Whispering in the night
Twisting my reality
The ghosts of hindsight
Innumerable mistakes
I can't seem to forget
So unable to forgive
Riddled with regret
Relentlessly self aware
Every move scrutinized
There is no escape
From the restless inner eye
Belittled by myself
Such bitter thoughts
No room for happiness
Broken and distraught
The memories they haunt
Tortured late at night
This accursed awareness
The ghosts of hindsight
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