haunted.

Haunted by visions past, tormenting me in present
I run to find a place that's safe with shelter
While eyes of scorn reduce me to a peasant,
I shout my pleas and cries in helter-skelter.
Though bruised by you and those who do not know,
My silence speaks that you are not my friend.
Preferring death than turn the path I go
And where? I'm sure I'll see it in the end.
The end begins in death, then life - I live today
Barely holding on to what is holding me
So give your best of all your worst this way
I run to find a place that sets me free!

Chased by these demons that are so haunting me
I cry the Truth of what you cannot see.