My past is my past
Why can't anyone seem to let it pass.
My past is something that I'm not proud of,
But still thats why its called the past.
I hate it when people bring up your pastnto affect your present.
Leave and let it be.
My pasy is my past
Why can't you see it like that
THE PAST! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem