My world is filled with scratched out faces,
Photos torn and destroyed by fear and anger,
They are joined by distorted voices,
Trying to tell me about days of when I was younger.
My past is lost in a dark haze,
My future doesn't seem to be much brighter,
If I don't change I will forever be lost in this maze,
And these dreams that only time can decipher.
I run to get away to anywhere except here,
But I am pulled back by a force unseen,
It grabs me and forces into me great fear,
So I will put on a brave face and become a machine.
Can you tell me where I have been?
Do you see what I was?
Where in my story do I begin?
Is there anything in my past that will give you pause?
Will it all return if I scream and cry?
Or if I threaten to take my own life?
In my mind I know I don't want to die,
But in my life there is so much strife.
In this life there is so much I could be,
But no matter who I was or how much I knew,
I want you to remember me,
Because I will never be able to remember you.