Dear Finder,

I string my memories together like a crown
And adorn them over my head as I walk
But then it slips down around my neck
Like a rope that begins to strangle me out
The mind is a suffocating maze with no end
Ever changing its pattern the more I think
Memories lure me in to it and get me trapped
Flashbacks and horrors come to haunt me then
Till I run in circles of overthinking and despair
To be able to remember is a curse in disguise
There are parts of me I wish to forget...