Can of worms

Please don't open up
That awful can of worms
Too many bad memories
Too many things with which
I just don't want to come to terms
Too many sad times
Too many days to make me cry
That's why I say: let sleeping dogs lie!
Leave it all well enough alone
He's gone now and I am feeling shy
Don't want to think of all that pain
Can't bear to think upon those
Horrid days when hatred won the day
Don't want to remember the violence
Don't want to even think on it!
So leave that can unopened
Leave that washing out to air
Praying that wholesome sunshine
Will bleach those memories dry