Dear GOD

I’ve got all these memories
Deep down in my head
Bad memories and good memories
I don’t like the bad memories
But the good memories are worse
Because when I think of all the good memories
I remember how good life can be and how bad my life now is
And at last but not at least
How much I’ve changed in the positive and the negative way
I think I’ve changed the most in the negative way
Because I’m now feeling more worse than ever
And I don’t know why
Is it the way I talk or behave?
Maybe it’s because I’ve got these memories locked up in my head
And I can’t get them out
I’m searching for the key
I don’t know where to search!
In my heart or somewhere else?
Until I find that key, I’m not free
But a prisoner of my own body…!