Past lives Future sentiment

I did.

I went to the park to look for a heart that dangerously resembled mine But what I found was nothing but silliness and clowning around I was fooled and lead to a place where the inner most demons came out to play. Play with the inner most feelings that were locked away Cornered and trapped I stayed but I would have rather not have came My face is now stained and forever will it remain Until the one day when my heart stops beating and my soul starts Breathing. Then I will perhaps forget the happenings that caused the stains of shame To infiltrate and change this innocent state that was the place for me I wrote poetry in an effort to cleanse my body from the impurities But what happened is that the dirt became bigger to me So harder and harder I cleaned until the pages were ripping at the seams (Then) the pin began leaking, leaking so ridiculously that I had to find something to cover up everything To cover the shameful deeds, One day my heart will stop beating and my soul will began Breathing and I will know that I have found the heart of my dreams but until I taste that Butterfinger and popcorn mix I will remain ashamed every time I enter the park place of this Monopoly game.