Need your help on this peice I'm submiting

My college is having a poetry competition, and the winner get's noticed by some pretty big people. This poem here is an EXTREMELY personal piece that I wrote a couple years back. It was at an extremely important point in my life and this piece means a great deal to me. Everything in this poem is completely based on events that occurred in my life and it's truly filled with alot of real, raw emotion. This is only the first part of it, I won't share the other parts because they are so personal... I've NEVER shown this poem to anybody because it's so intrusive, so this will be the first time anyone has ever seen it. I'm posting this on a poetry board as well to get some critique from that area. I need your help and I need to know what you guys think about it and if it's good enough to enter into a competition like this. I would greatly appreciate it.



I take a deep breath and I walk through the door
To a place I can hardly recognize anymore
It's been a long while since I've seen this hell hole
I guess these seven years must've taken their toll
Everything is caked in layers of soot and ash
Glass peppered on the floor among the piles of trash
Impressions on the wall from where my pictures once hung
Initials in the door that I carved when I was young
Past all the decay, beneath the dust and debris
Lies a house where I once considered home to be
This is the house where I grew up way back in the day
The same house I desserted after mom passed away
It's destroyed and condemned, but even though it's defaced...
There's a thousand memories in every inch of this place
I start to remember all the thing I've repressed
All the bad memories filled with hate and regret
I've always been afraid to come back to this place
Afraid to confront a past that I've tried to erase
But I woke up this morning and i realized something
I can't move on with my life until I stop running
It's time to stop hiding from my past and embrace it
The only way to deal with this fear is to face it
I sit down in the corner then begin to regress
And ponder the memories that I've tried to forget
I grab my pen and paper and I start to take notes
So I can share my story, and this is how it goes...