Have you ever felt trapped. Not by other people, but by yourself? Held hostage by your mind, and inside it. Having to deal with the mixed emotions of who you are mixed with who you used to be. For the future to be determined just by your past' s present. Missing the person you used to be, and hating who you are Now? Or is it the other way around? These days it is not people trapping us in the captivity. It is us becoming our own prisoner. Insanity inside of our sanity. People say the past is the past, and it should be forgotten. They also say, the past makes you who you are. Well if that is true, then why is the past following me, and why have I have I gone through so much changing, just to hate who I am today?