Surrounded by distant memories
I can not remember
Some are happy, sad, and are hurtful
All point to something I have done. Why? Why do I
Dread these memories? Why
Do I have to be burdened by this curse?
The real question is... Do I
Even know me? People say I changed
People say I am different.
In my heart I know I am. I know I
Changed. I know I did wrong
I have been searching for the answer.
To see if I can find my past
footsteps. Wondering if I will ever be
the same. But I will never be
the same person I was before. It is already
too late. God has a plan
for everyone and I know that. Does this
mean for me also? I need his
mercy and his grace but I am afraid
of myself. I know he is there
and is listening to me. But one question remains:
Do I Even Know Me?