Who Is This Past Poem by Pumpkin Ism

It's not that I need to remember my past and it's not that I want to remember my past but why does it always seem to constantly remind me that its still there when I sleep?
Does my past have a name and does it just wait for the wrong time to make an appearance?
Will it always be a burden to me or do I allow it to be?
Do I feed into my past or can I just stop feeding it?
Who the hell is the past and why can't it just go f*ck off!