Memories scald my brain.

They pull at the frayed edges of my emotions.

The sounds from them richochet inside my skull.

Screams and laughter ring in my ears.

A constant battle that is never ending.

Such a prices I have paid,

for keeping my fragile phyche safe.

Closeing my conscious off from the rest of the world,

was the only way to make the pain go away.

A constant, I must keep paying.

Anger and happiness collide inside me.

Always at eachothers throats.

The dark and light sides of me,

that nobody knows.

A constant struggle of yin and yang.

I have come to the conclusion that I will never be rid of this curse.

It is my cross to bare for always.

The truth behind my resilient nature

The source of both my strength and weakness

A constant reminder of what I have survived.