the past that haunts you

I wake up, surprised
From a dream despised,
Reality astoundingly coming in front
Baring the past, bearing the brunt…

I notice the scars, some still not healed
Trying hard to hide, but story revealed,
Half inflamed, half in shame
Dunno what went wrong, on road to fame…

Those moments of pride and happiness, all ceased
Only if some good old ‘memoirs’ could’ve been seized,
Sometimes still feel bad, but have learned to deal
The scars still hurt, but with time will heal…

People change, priorities change, but I remain the same
And yet facing new challenges daily, still not understanding the game,
The more you run away, the more it follows, each moment taunts you
Accept or avoid, goes on with you, the past that haunts you…