A Literature Piece By Me

My Past

My calling is coming

My calling lingers in my ears

The fuzziness at the tip of my fingers

Though this noise I hear cannot be silenced

Constant screaming and violence in my head

I try to drown it out

Drown in the music instead

At night I cry and lay in darkness

Doing all but sleeping in my bed

In my house

It is only quiet at night

When everyone is asleep

Those few hours of silence resonate with me

When no one is there to scream and yell and argue

I hear a calling

I hear a sound,my calling, my ambition, my goals nowhere to be found

Much more hopeless than I am goal-less

So much I want to do and achieve

So much that has it’s hold on me

Filled with regret and anger

Yet still I do things I know I’ll regret later

My past pulls me down

But my new name pulls me forward

My past pulls me down

But my new identity pulls me forward

My mind pulls me down

But my smile and my acting pulls me forward

Walk hall through hall, and laugh

Walk through corridors quietly

Live your life silently

Keep your goals to yourself, so when you fail they won’t be lively and livid

Laughing at the fact that they told you all your life-

All your life they told you

You can’t!

And so this simple fact you simply laugh at

My past pulls me down

I hate when she’s around

My past pulls me down

Why does she bring him around

My past pulls me down

I should have kept running

My past pulls me down

I should have took the phone

My past pulls me down

I should have called

My past pulls me down

The moment pulls forward

Some moments push me away

Some moments make me regret

Some moments make me question my place

My place here, my place at home

My past pulls me down