How easy it would be to run. To simply walk away and pretend nothing went wrong. To close my eyes at the edge of the cliff and simply jump. Not caring if I fly or fall. With the wind in my face and my past behind me I could start a new. Create a new life where no one knows of my bad decisions. But that is never possible. My past I carry with me. Always following no matter where I run. Always behind me like a shadow taking on whatever form I try to change myself into. To create a new me means to start on the inside. Face to face with memories buried deep inside. To face these demons would indeed change me. Into what I do not know. Will this new me ever be accepted in this new life I long to create? Or is it better to live a lie and better my chances of belonging? Run away or face my past. One path leads to a new life built on lies. The other simply might lead me no where. There is no middle ground to stand on. Only a choice. The Fake me? Or the Faceless me?
