Somehow The Reactions Are All Wrong

The ego seems to be protecting me
though my id just wants pleasure, pleasure, happiness

devastation into anger
disappointment into laughter


suppress, suppress, crush that memory
between two flaps of brain tissue
and not remember a thing
until the moment has passed,
and the subject is thousands of miles away
looking back and feeling foolish
wanting nothing but to run away
avoid, avoid, avoid
never return to that place
those people
never return to that memory
that fear