Trapped.

It's really hard,
To find that honest place,
When you're scared of memories,
That can't be erased.

You're so confused,
But can't seem to stop,
It's really sad,
When the past can't be topped.

There's this place,
Where you once used to hide,
You can't get in,
Though you've tried.

Now you're all alone,
With your back to a wall,
Life seems so uncertain,
You feel so small.

Things that matter,
Are pushed aside,
Time speeds up,
For every tear cried.

There is no ending,
Not yet anyway,
There's still so much left,
Of this game to play.