obliterate

that i could scrub my brain
eternal sunshine all the pain
that lingered long
after a thing was done
i wonder if i would
given the chance remove
the memories of times
i was my worst
cruel things said
cowardly acts
petty crimes
would i obliterate
that or this
or are we made as much
of shame and guilt
as love
and which marks us more
and who were we before