The past haunts me:
in my head,
in my dreams,
no explanations
to be made.
The present mocks me:
at my life,
in my face,
no empathy,
to fall from grace
The future scares me:
in my eyes,
through my lies,
no more running;
it's time.
Written in 2010 (which feels like forever ago), so I apologize if it's not top notch.