The past still tries to haunt me
The lasting expression it leaves me with is regret
I wouldn't change my past because it's what made me
But its a constant reminder that I will never forget
I try so hard to just let it all go
I care too much to just say "no"
Compassion peaks as I feel the pain
I try to wash it off but there is left a stain
Doubt always tries to convince me of my inadequacies and imperfections in strife
I have no doubt of my potential as I continue this life
Don't give up. I tell myself each day.
Head up. It really is the only way.
No more. I can't be there for you anymore.
