the way i used to be

isn't relevant.
the way i used to be,
was someone that couldn't go to bed on a "bad note"
but that someone is buried deep in my closet of skeletons now,
deeper than i even know,
because you put her there.
you want to put me in a time out,
tell me to live with my mistakes,
fine.
this is me living with my mistakes,
i acknowledge them,
and the way i used to be,
i would probably start telling you how wrong you have been,
i would probably try to rationalize in some illogical way,
but like i said,
she's buried deep amongst the skeletons,
and they are holding her by her throat,
as she gasps for air,
but she's dying,
as her skeletons suffocate her,
and there is nothing else i nor you can do for her, is there?
because we don't sympathize with her,
we want her to die don't we?
my spirit is to wild for you to contain and that scares you,
but you aren't worried anymore,
because you know inside that guilt is like acid,
it will eat her alive.