The flashes from my past
Make me question who I am
The truths that I was told
Were they in fact the truth
Or perhaps only lies
To protect my so called innocence.
An innocence already taken form me
Or were those lies
Only to protect the one who told them
Who can unravel the past of unknowns
Years of reality hidden
Perhaps it is best not to know
Let the lies of the past
Be buried with the one who told them
Forgotten like the one who caused the pain
Will knowing the answers
Change who I am
Does uncovering the truth
Make me someone different?
Can it alter who I will become
If I let the past stay the unknown
Will the flashbacks ever stop haunting me
Or must I choose to live with them also
In hopes that one day
The truth will unravel itself.