Poem: It All

The real person is not me.

The person you see is not who I want to be.

It is not the person that you see.

It is version of the hurt that lives within me.

The hurt that cam from the years of hurting you.

Now I lay at night and not sleep.

I see dreams, but they do not speak.

I remember the things that made you but took away from me.

I remember it all.