My mind may be broken

But my heart is still strong

I feel the deep pain of my past

Sometimes I think of the things I could be

But don’t think I won’t face my fears

My fears are the stronghold of who I once will be

Yet I try to stay strong, as the world drags

I won’t tell you lies, but I’ll ignore the truth

People hurt, people cry, but I try to stay strong

I believe that I’ll come out

Headstrong that is what I’ll be

But what if things crack

Pieces, turning into dust

I know what I am

But yet I’m someone I’m not

Do people actually see me?

I look past the way people are

I guess I never actually see

What is the past?

Is the past the fear we all feel inside

Or is what we crave the most

The future is the past

Present in our lives.