Through the Eyes of Another

That which is yet to come,
Is unseen by my eyes,
Life happens as time moves on,
Yet I take no part in it,

I am living my life,
Through the eyes of another,
For the memories locked behind my own,
Are to heavy a burden to carry,

I have seen my past once before,
I refuse to see it again,
What happened then shall not be repeated,
So through the eyes of another I watch,

Waiting for the memories to be forgotten,
By the mind that keeps them locked away,
In the distant past, barely out of reach,
Always a constant reminder of what was,

Time progresses and the memories fade,
They are nothing but a nightmare of the past,
A small imprint on the person I have become,