Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday

 

A bent out of shape,

torn up,

rugged,

painful past.

A past that will only attack the most creative of myself.

The past that will only haunt me,

myself,

and I.

No one understands,

nobody can feel it seeping into my sympathetic skin.

 

The past that is full of emotion and tears will return one day,

unsuspected,

and will be recognized as the past.

The past that is the past,

the past that cannot affect my future,

the past that "I should forget".

The past that I can't trip over anymore,

but I do;

horribly.

 

To become myself,

once again,

I must keep everything positive.

Fall off a cliff,

"I didn't die."

Fail a grade,

"You have next year."

Get depression,

"Get over it."

Forget homework,

"Do it later."

 

Many times I have to keep happy.

Most times it is today, tomorrow, and yesterday.