Carrying It Well

I put up walls,

I try to hide.

Move away, terrified,

What if the humiliation follows me,

They took away my pride.

Nostalgic of who I was,

I used to be my own sun,

My own light

I haven't moved much since.

Mind works hard to forget,

I may carry it well,

But I'm dead inside.

"Stop living in the past."

I tell myself every day,

But the past is a shadow,

Haunting me, taunting me

Dragging me back.

I don't choose to stay.

I choose to leave it in this poem,

And never look back.