Recidivism

Every time I tried to stay away
I could never succeed that way
I wrote to myself unwritten words
I spoke to me but outspokenly
My unspoken words still stayed
I tried shutting the memory lane
Avoided even mentioning of you
I tried to convey the way I felt
Was short of words and letters
I wanted to explain the unspoken
My conscience deemed it crime
Mind didn’t agree with emotions
Yet kept away from door of words
I was being criminal to myself
Wanted to follow path of ideal; but
Howsoever hard tried to stay away
My recidivism came on the way