Past and Future

before i start this poem, there's always something that inspires us to write, write, write. this poem was inspired by something that i read a long time ago and that i thought of a little while ago. we all have our skeletons and secrets inside our closets that we hope will never be discovered by those we love and care about.
     "Discretion is hiding something which we cannot remedy"
                       -Chinese Proverb

i don't know who i am
or who i have become
 there's nothing to describe
how i sometimes feel inside
these voices are explaining
who i'm suppose to be
but i don't want to go
i don't want to leave
everything behind
 everyone i love
so i leave this path
and make my own
 the people i met
are the ones i see
every single day
at every single turn
but they do not know
of the voices inn my head
they don't understand
all the pain i hide inside
i hide it all away
and don't let it show
so nobody knows
who i really am
but now i've created a problem
something that i can't solve
i don't know who i am
and now i'm lost
i see my mistakes in the past
left wondering about my future
i have this one single question
will i live or will i die?