Better the Devil I Know (acrostic sonnet)

Despite my firm resolve to be aware,
Each time I look within it seems I find,
Voiced by the parts of me forgotten there,
I hear the echoed mem'ries in my mind.
Like ghostly apparitions they appear.
I see them stepping toward me, one by one.
Do I ignore them now that they are here,
Or delve right in until the deed is done?
No matter how I strain to see defined
The cloudy bits and pieces stashed away,
Kept secret by the guards I left behind,
No clearer do I see than yesterday.
"Of course, it's nothing new," I hear them say.
We'll just keep hoping it all goes away.