Shame

I dont remember it,

But I heard a few stories,

And i'm left with my shame,

Not an ounce of glory.

I lost control,

Lost my sense of self,

Now I live with my shame,

And no one can help.

I dont remember that night,

Wish they hadn't filled me in,

Now I live with the shame,

Of knowing what I did.

The things that I did,

It's not who I am,

Now I know that my shame,

Is something I'll never get passed.

Angela M OBrien

09/01/12