I am a sum of moments

Some of them too strong

Creating currents

Thrashing me around

Turning dreams into nightmares

Painting me to fools

or a mask to feel worth again

trapped in a game to prove

against the moment you try to forget

Try to take control

Try to brush over it

With an illusion of control

Telling tales of «this doesnt define me"

But realizing instead

I became a result of it

Desperately clawing

Escaping a metamorphse

But no matter how much I was it off

its still there

the evidence of what happened

I am living it.