We change our hair and clothes,
Redecorate our rooms
In a desperate attempt to change things-
Perpetually clinging onto changes and relying on them to better our lives
Always trying to escape our current situation
Expecting that a tiny alteration in our surroundings or our bodies will suddenly take the pain away, wash away our sins.
I wish it were that simple, I do-
But I’m afraid it’s not.
No matter what color your hair is,
How brighter your clothes are,
What furniture you bought-
Your mistakes will keep chasing after you
as if they’re your shadow
Bearing the constant reminder
That you can never run away from yourself.