Going mad??

I think the biggest misconception about me is that people really don't know who I really am.
But most of them act as they know. 

I am just crazy person who can

 get along sometimes. 

Memories...

Most of times, I dreamed about it.

Other times it was the smallest of things.

Some distinct smells.

The sound of the kids playing outside.

The bright of the sunshine on my arms.

The sound of the trees leafs do when is windy.

Small things, really small things.

That's when the memories came rushing back.

I can feel my mind going far way back and I can't do it anything to stop it. 

And I can't understand why.

I've always wondered what would've happened if I hadn't gotten there that day.

But fate, like life, is unpredictable. 

You never really know where you're going to.

You never know who you're gonna meet. 

Nobody is perfect and when memories of our past come, it's really easy to second guess ourselves.

Are there things that we did that we regret?

Or things that we didn't do that we wish we had? 

I feel.

I love.

I hurt.

I cry, but no ones really knows what is truly in our hearts.

No one don't get it, do they?

I'd rather die than have anyone know.