Undoing What's Done

No one can undo what has been done.
Or excuse the doing of it.
With accusations heard to come.
And so many refuse,
To accept and move on.
Without claiming to blame,
Those who have done this to do.
Choosing to believe them bitter.
In moods and childish attitudes.

Although...
Knowing what can not be undone to do.
Most will leave it where it is.
With a forgiving of others.
And themselves too!
Without having anything to anyone to prove.
Keeping their peace of mind,
Interpreted to define...
By those who don't know what that is!

'I was told that you were angry.'

'Angry?
Angry about what?'

'What somebody did to you years ago!'

'LOLOLOL...'

'What's so funny?'

'That.
And whatever that means to you.
Oh?
Before you leave,
Go back and tell whoever told you that.
You saw me.
And could not believe,
How tormented in grief I was.'

'But...
That would not be true!'

'Keep that to yourself.
Don't give them the details.
Leave them convinced with hints.'

'Huh?'

'Just do it.
People love to believe,
Their misdeeds done to others...
Stays to remain on the minds,
On those who have long left...
Their childish nonsense behind.
Tell me again,
What was it you heard to hear about me?'

'I was told...
You were still angry.
About what someone did to you,
Years ago!'

'OH?
And...
What year, month and time was that?
LOLOLOL...
Stop. Go.
My stomach is hurting.
LOLOLOL...
OH...
MY GOD.
I gotta pee!
Help me, Jesus.
Help me, Lord!'