Why must a surge of rage and depression invade my mind at the slightest remembrance?
Why do I fear, not him, but that I will become him?
Why do I have to see him in my eyes, my smile, my hands?
Why do I tremble from head to toe at just the thought of him?
Why am I unable to let go, forgive, move on?
Why do I even want to?
Why did he do it?
Why do I look?