Clouded Hauntings Come Out to Play

The hauntings of my past don't fade
They hide inside my mind,
Choosing when to come out and play
The most awkward times they find,

Who is really in charge
Of the terror and the fears,
Giving power to the past
Only brings invisible tears,

How strong do I need to be
To see how weak I`ve become,
Always running without moving
The end is just a beginning for some,

Direction is only a way to go
When movement becomes clear,
If I can keep the hauntings clouded inside
Will I be happy out here ?