Fixed point

[CRNDLSM]

I like this poem, it reminds me of a bloodstain or a memory of a tragedy.  It'll always be there in that spot even if its been cleaned and wiped away.  Trying to hide it even though it's not there, but you can see through the carpet.  

Hidden under the carpet, a mark–

Turn away, and it’s gone. Face your past
Look under, it will disappear. need closure

The mark is there–

When you get up close,
it’ll whisper in your ear, all those memories

and tell you all the nice things 
you want to hear. The denial

It's short and open to interpretation and more or less fixed to the point, I don't have any suggestions for edit