My Past Is Not Me

If I could rewrite the sentences of my past. The Adversities, Challenges, Exhaustion. My Past is not Me I often questioned myself, Why these mental games? Emotional, Confusion, Manipulation from familiar. People aI thought to be trusted bMy Past is not Me She wasn't fed from a golden spoon yet Persistence, Resilience are now her friends Strategic wars hovered over her mind let's dive in. Self awareness, Denial? Comparisons little did she know deep within it was someone known with games of Power for control. She gave the keys to her heart only for her past to used against her to make to feel like a puppet on strings. My Past is not Me Is she's in the driver's seat? She no longer retaliates She's detached from calculated manipulation. Bread crumbs she doesn't chase, She no longer falls for the bait. Will familiar faces ever let her get to the Finish line? Constantly spinning webs on her next move only to be reminded of her past for sport. My Psst is not Me