It's my turn

I cant stop thinking,
Its taking me back,
I dont want to go back,
I was promised i wouldnt have to go back,
Lies come to often,
Why: because some of us can't accept the truth,
We lie to cover it up.
What exactly?
We hide the causes of: joy and pain in them,
We're blank, emotionless.
To scared of what is happening,
Let it be free, End the harm,
The smallest amount of darkness can sometimes be the worst amount,
Quit thinking, i cant go back.
When are we going to end it?
Start at a new,
That promise may have been broken but im not ready for it,
The effect of this cause,
Ive relized why: Im letting you lead my life.
Like your the vantrilaquist and im just your dummie.
Well its over, Its my turn to bring me back,
Im going to roll the dice,
Whatever i get im sticking with it.
Wait i cant get out of there by rolling some dice,
By taking part in a board game,
Im breaking out,
Cutting the strings,
Im no longer attached
Its my turn...