My past is a past,
it is my past.
I cannot change my past,
I cannot tear it off or erase it,
for on a piece of paper it is not scripted.
It happened.
I accept expect one thing,
I am not my past.
I am my present making a future version of me
which is far better than the past me.
Judge me not.
For though you may want me as white as snow,
I still have spots,
the best detergent away it cannot wash.
My past will always be with me,
it is the shadow version of what I used to be,
not what I am now.
If my past dictates my present,
I am not worthy to live in my present,
I will live in my past.
Live with my past
but live my past
to be simply "The past"
YOU ARE READING
MY PAST
PoetryIt is a short poem about our past, what we did, saw or said. A past is something you can't change it. It is our reference point and not our residence. Though the past might an effect on our present and future, lets not dwell so much on it. You are...
