I thought the past is meant to be in the past,
why then does it haunt my future still?
My Heart; broken, wounded, in fact, I carry a cast,
boy, isn't that a lot to deal?

Once upon a time they looked at me with so much pride,
I was admired but it only lasted a while,
Filp flip like a switch, I started seeing people's "other side",
the bitter gaze that lingered no matter how hard I tried.

I'm...