PAST

My past follows me like a cracked mirror
Silent Whispers into my ear
Always to remember
How distorted I really am
The shards of the mirror
cut deep into my psyche
So I started taking pills
to stop me from thought
And when I just think I picked out the last piece of broken glass
My mind becomes clear, unfamiliar
Then I go and crack open another beer
Oh God, Give me a break
There's no escaping my insanity