The Past

All the dead dolls under my bed,
All the dead dreams inside my mind,
All the mistakes that I have made –
I’d really like to leave them behind.
I would prefer to be cheery and brave,
I would prefer not to hide from my fear,
But all the pain that I’ve faced in my way
Distorts and paints black everything.
A lie that has turned into a tale,
A faulty soul cut by bones of desires,
A cursed nymph who won’t dare to sail,
A little spark afraid of the fire.
A puppet of fate with a rope around neck,
A ghost sleepwalking among memories.
Why can’t I go forward without turning back?
Why can’t I make the agony cease?
All the dead dolls under my bed,
All the dead dreams inside my mind
All the mistakes that I have made –
I cannot manage to leave them behind.