The Past

   You carry the past with you, dragging it behind you, on a thick unbreakable chain, no matter how far you look ahead. You can ignore it for long stretches of time, but, you can't escape it...ever. I can/will drag that chain ten thousand useless miles, but that house, and that place, along with all the people I care about that are in it, will just continue to pull me back, back to the pain, the hurt, and all those meaningless and fake promises of a normal, happy, family. There has/will/is never any choice in it for me.  I will have to return, it is not a matter of pride, not a matter of love, and definatly not a matter of life. It is a torture, seeing all the people who I never liked, all the ones who never liked me.