A Part Of Who I am

Born in the early 70s raised in the 80s came to age in the 90s found myself in the 00s. I am the one that some wouldn't remember but most cant forget. I gave all I was for false profits, promises and pleasures for years. I can't always deal with my past. I often wonder if others feel this way. Maybe we all have our dark little corner of our minds. Even now as life has entered into brighter chapters, I still get caught up in the pain of the past. Maybe we are all like this. Although my thoughts are I'm just a little messed up. Why can't I make some of it go away. For every part of me that is a man there is a scared little boy hiding. The more I progress the more I try to suppress him. But he is always there. He holds in his hand a notebook. In this notebook is every painful memory, every insecurity and everything wrong I have ever done. I now though hold those I care for close. That's one thing I've learned from my past. I live for those I love and would die for those who love me. But this is only part of who I am. I guess Im just like many in one way. There are many parts of who I am and this is just one part.