Never turning back, to look at the past, the torture, and humiliation, that I had done, or it has done to me. Just to look back at the good times, but it vanishes, and all I can see is the bad things, the things scarred into my mind, making me locked up in a cage like a bird. All I want is to be let free, but how can that be, when the bad things, the things scarred into my mind, will always be with me.