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Forgetting the past, is one in a million tricks, and facts to life, you can not forget what you do not seek help for, who came up with this rule? Was it I? Was it you? Oh no, but of course it was god. For he must give us tests and opticals to pass, I must say this is not fair. Oh no this is so unfair, all we do is dream, just for one second of every living dreadful day, is to be normal, but this I must add, is asking way to much, for this it is unfair, yes I agree I must sound selfish, selfish to your evil spirits, I am guilty as charged for a crime I did not comet, all because I was selfish and didnt help myself, when I had the chance that is, my chance is gone, no more help for me now, my options have pasted me by, so far gone, that its killing me inside, yes killing me, for because I did not speak, I must keep being punished for this dreadful crime, this dreadful crime is most particular to me, for I know it so well, I can sense it, a mile away. I knew when it was going to happen and why, but I still just decided to hide, hide oh yes, I hid them well,I continue to do so, am I ill? I must be, if I hide this much longer, it could happen to but another, for this I am selfish, and I forever will be, can I not hide this anymore, I need to let *them* go, oh yes, before the guilt must kill me, though even if I was to tell, It is to late, flashbacks nightmares will never go away, I didnt seek help when I should have, for this, I am but guilty, For these are just my feelings, Ill never let them out, for until the day I die, they will forever be with me. When Im on my death bed, just maybe I will tell, until this day arrives you can be sure, they wont get you, I hide you far to well, you control me without me knowing, what I thought had been over, has really just begun, for I hide you and hide you, Im stuck in a cage, I will not be let out, until my final destination is for filled, though my destination may be far to easy, and this is only nothing but a riddle a guessing game, I forever will be your slave, you control me without being 10 feet near me, oh it isnt fair, but yet I let you win, there is nothing I can do, just play you at your game, I must shut my mouth and let you win, for those dirty little secets they stay within, within my soul, never to be found, Ill be never be your slave, but yet you win, I gave up long ago, you know I did, I let you win, so I ask you this, am I ill? Yes or no? am I ill? So much rage and anger on your face, all I can is remember, remember those days, days I hate, days I wish I could forget, those awful moments, these dramatic flashbacks, oh they must go. How can I tell, when no one will listen? How can I help myself before Im missing? dont you see, I can not tell for I am lost, already dead, dead inside, lost at heart, never to be found, until, until the day I must die.