Life Sentence

The past is the past for a reason, 

That is where it’s supposed to stay.

But some cannot let it go,

A prisoner of my past I will stay. 

Doesn’t matter what I do or how hard I try,

Then result of everything I do, will make me cry.

I’ll always be judged & treated, 

like the person that I was,

Even by the ones closest to me.......

just because. 

People will always have the old me,

Stuck in the back of their mind.

I’ll forever be walking on eggshells, 

or walking that fine line.

I’ve owned up to my mistakes and faced what I fear,

That didn’t matter, 

still not good enough, 

I’m still a prisoner here.

A prisoner of my past, 

this life sentence I’m serving,

Apparently that’s all that is deserving. 

Stupid me for thinking otherwise,

With all these fake people and all the lies.

I know I made my bed and that’s where I’ll always have to lay,

Wishful thinking I’d actually get out of it some day.

I’m not deserving of a real friend, family, or relationship from what I hear, 

Its to the point that I have zero clue as to why I’m still here. 

I’ve now built walls around me that will forever stand guard,

For this life sentence I’m serving, shit shouldn’t be this hard. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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