Echo Poem by Victor Osorio

The sounds are growing
My world is snowing
Cold answers my question
Until I feel I belong
I will disguise
To the point I'm unknown
To the point I've regressed
If being sad is a gift
Then I guess I've been blessed
Lost in my own echo
Don't know who to trust
Watching time go
A cure is a must
Something to motivate
Get rid of this hell
Time will make it better
I can't kid myself
The past already occured
The echo lives in me
Search it and see.