Poems and Emotions™

them

He looks in a mirror, happy for once.
He doesn't really care about them.
Nobody has noticed them in a while and he couldn't be happier.
He once feared them.
They held him back.
He doesn't really mind them now.
They're simply there.
He cannot change them and he doesn't mind.
He is thankful for when people don't bring them up.
He doesn't like talking about them.
Though, he sometimes wishes they weren't there.
The past is the past.
It won't change itself.
It may change you.
But it is there.
He is happy now, even with them resting there.