I see her, <br />that girl I used to be. <br />When I had a family, friends, <br />people who cared. <br />I remind myself I should not be stuck in the past, <br />that the past is keeping me from reality. <br />I used to smile, laugh, dance and play' <br />that was just the past. <br />I stay in the past, <br />so I don't need to be reminded of the present. <br />But that is what's haunting me, <br />the present.<br /><br />Alice Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-the-present/
