The past me is a bit haunting
Struggling to believe that I could ever be
Always hitting the wall, afraid to fall, yet always failing for my dreams to come true at all
Pretending that I’m strong enough
Brave enough to not feel the pain
Yet, the past is haunting me a bit
Like a broken,  damaged frame
Unable to hold the still picture in my mind
Freezing up like old times
Black and white
Snowy and pixelated with fear
The past me is a bit haunting
Struggling to ever believe that someone like me would ever be
But, here I am
Stronger than I ever was before
Stomping down all the doors of the past me…