You’re from my past.
I know.
Do you remember much of me?
Only that you were shy.
You’ve changed.
Don’t we all?
Yes – thank goodness.
Do you want to go for coffee?
You’re from my past.
We’ve established that.
I hate my past – bye.
past
Don’t call me that
Did I give you permission?
I don’t believe I did…
They tormented me with that name;
The damage is done.
And my name is ruined…
It only holds the pain
That bursts at the sound of my name!
Do you know how much it hurts,
Hurts for your own name
To be your biggest tormentor?
So wait until you call me that,
Wait for eternity!
The scars will always be there;
The pain never goes away;
This is what it feels like to be dirt,
Dirt that they threw in my face.
Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that
DON’T!