Secrets Of The Past

I live with the wounds.
Of the past.
And the memories.
Of the wrongful acts Ive committed.
Though I try and pick up the pieces.
From where I went wrong along the way.
They all still seem to haunt me today.

Please take this away.
Because I can't take this pain anymore.
When will these scars fade?
I've tried to correct the mistakes I've made.

I try and put this all behind me.
Hope its in the past to stay.
But you make it difficult to get by.
With all the negative things that you have to say.
And with all the weight.
That you put on my shoulders.
You'd expect the levee to break.
At some point or another.
You're gonna realize.
Its just too much for me to take.

Why can't I mend?
I seem to keep punishing myself.
Over and over again.
Why can't I escape?
I seem to have landed in the deep end.
With no way out.
So I waste away in this self created hell.

Who am I?
I seem to have put on this face.
To hide my identity.
Pretending to be.
The person I only want you to see.

Inside is the anger I learned to hide all so well.
Inside is somebody lost hiding in his shell.
Afraid of showing what really lies beneath it all.
I just want to turn over a new leaf.
So I can finally breathe, live my life in peace.