The Past

You say im living in the past , So bad i cant let go, But you keep repeating the past, That we both know. You tell me things that you know you cant do, Like a fool i start to believe, Only to be let down again, With excuses that are seldom new. If i complain to you , you say, Stop living in the past, But little do u know, it was just yesterday, How could you forget so fast. Yes people tell me things you do, That make me want to leave, But here i am writing this poem, Deep down i still believe. You say the things they tell me, Are mean and untrue. But faced with the truth, You want to start a new. So we start all over again, Saying we will be true, I think by now we both agree, It all comes down to you. You say your not the only one , Who has to take the blame. But im here most of the time, Can you say the same? I could write a book on your misforturne, Your reasons and excuses. For why you cant be here, It would be to abuseive.