misdirection

I wonder if i'm ever going to go anywhere.
Or actually accomplish anything.

doesn't seem very likely. not very likely at all.

The friends I think are friends appear to be not there at all.
And i don't know who my family is anymore.

I am falling;

Falling apart at my seams.

Maybe it's the past.

The past is always present which always makes me sad,
because you can never erase the past.
It becomes history.
It becomes memory.
It becomes us.
It becomes a reminder to never trust anyone completely.
No matter how close, or how estranged,
the past never changes. It is just a reminder.

Never will i leave my heart in anyone's hands but my own.