PieFeathers

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.