Memories

I know it's not just me,
I can't be me.
The memories, the flashes, the falls, the crashes.
One minute I'm beautiful,
The next I'm trash.
But that's how life works, man.
Opinions, opinions, all different and then
They decide on one thing, only to change it again.
Sometime I feel the pain rushing through my veins,
Others it's just there. Lingering.
A flash and BAM!
It's all right there.
No triggers, no warning.
It's just not fair.

~ Lia Rose, 2012