Let me tell you
That I hate flashbacks...
The nasty ones.
I am filled with rage and hatred
Until all I want to do
Is burst into flames,
As though I am consumed
By the fire that is my anger.
I can't bear to remember the past.
It hurts so much.
I can't take it.
Flashbacks are sometimes nice,
But sometimes they drive you insane...
That's why I hate them.
