My Past Governs Me Poem by Ian Paisnel

My past governs me,
Like Tuesdays nightmare,
I'd show what I see,
Though that wouldn't be fair.

The deceit and lies,
That I always tell,
Are my masks and cries,
That follow me through hell

All I do is try,
Try to play along.
My life is a lie,
Why do I do so wrong?

All the things I've done,
All the wrongs I wrote,
Make my mind undone,
I cant just try and cope.

I shroud myself with,
This dark cloud of smoke,
I make life a myth,
My own personal cloak.