The blind

You carry it all
It doesn't go away
All the decisions you make
They haunt you down to your good old days
What happened, what you said, what was the truth
You can go over and over but you would only lose
Your mind, your sanity, your better judgement
The right, the wrong, beyond it is a road
You were told to keep safe from that very road
Was a lie, like rest of it all
The blind must come off
what you felt, how it did it go?
Baby it's all really just about you
intervening, sketching, mending the broken
if those are your parts then go put some stitches
All my faces, all my hot and cold shades
I'm not just a page, I'm a sketchbook full of taste
It's all me, the hurt, the strong, the rebel, the weak
I grew in length, i stayed strong to my feet.
Roots remained the same
Grew up in varied schemes.
I'm the monster I have saved myself from me.