I Will Conquer.

 I'm standing on this broken road.
Feet so wobbly,
Stomach carving sickening butterflies.
I watch as the feet walk by,
People I used to know.
I can't recognize,
We've chosen different paths.
I came to conquer,
Face the fears I stash and hold tightly.
But these tears,
Are my hidden fears.
They surface as I step,
As I find the anger and pain.
I didn't want to leave,
But it was done,
And I can't press rewind.
You hold me responsible,
That these demons are chasing.
I'm at this dead end,
Yet you taunt me with a locked door.




Everyone has a past.