Remember

So you tell me this goes away?
That I'll just get over it?
You can't get over it;
You can never get over it.
Even when I want to forget,
I need to remember.

That's the point, I guess.
So I pinned this note onto my
Man-skin sleeve forever,
With an artist's needles.
I chose this.  Nature demands that
I keep it.  I earned it.

You want to blame the victim?
You want to call her a coward?
You say it's easier to talk
to Someone?  It isn't.  Talking
Can be the hardest thing to do.
I know better.  I knew better.

I knew I should say something,
and I said nothing.
I have to wonder what
That makes me, because
What does that make me
If I stop wondering?