A lot of things have yet to fade
The scars on my arms, the marker dots on my palms
A lot of things, I'm glad didn't stay
The loathing of myself, of everyone else
A lot of things will go away
Old teachers, old glasses, things that have decayed
A lot of things, I wish they would have stayed
The love in my life, the tears that dried up
The inspiration that flew away
There are things that, I still regret
Things I even hide from myself
I've forgiven, all of my sins
And I've learned by now to just forgive everybody else
There are things that, remain hidden
Things that I don't want anyone to see
I've forgotten, why it's traumatic
And the only one that really cares is me,
Is me.
A lot of things have been kept the same
The memories, the faces, even though the hair is longer now
A lot of things still do remain
The people I have cherished and that have broken me
A lot of things have aged through time
The feelings, the thoughts of futures, even the dogmatic
A lot of things have warped through time
The pain that is real, the pain that I feel
The fears that I hide behind
There are things that, I still regret
Things I even hide from myself
I've forgiven, all of my sins
And I've learned by now to just forgive everybody else
There are things that, remain hidden
Things that I don't want anyone to see
I've forgotten, why it's traumatic
And the only one that really cares is me,
Is me.
...
The only one that really cares is, me
The only one who keeps track of all these things.
The poem itself sounds like someone talking alone, thinking aloud and listening to how these words sound to their own ears.