Face the past

I’m on my knees inside of me
Wishing I knew how to be free
Free from the voices inside my head
Feelings and thoughts full of dread
I don’t know where they came from
But usually they are not wrong
Ghosts haunt me from my past
Why do bad memories have to last?
I’ve trapped myself inside my mind
A prison cell of a kind
I used to look in when I felt like it
And shut things away when I wanted to quit
But curiosity killed the cat
I’ve done something a bit like that
I wanted to understand everything
But didn’t realise that it might sting.