Shadow of the Past

Memory shows me mirrors,

Each with a different reflection of my face.

I know I've seen them all,

I've been them all,

And when the shadows fall

I hear a distant call,

A demon I cannot erase.A shadow of the past is chasing me,

Reminding me how things used to be.

Wherever I reside I still can see.

Nowhere to turn my eyes or flee.