Im Hopelessly hung on before, a wretched ghost of past, The past, I measle past my present, Revisiting, Re , But these people, their future so paramount, I shall never find myself woven within their dreams, For I am the haunting past they flee from, Or perhaps, I'm the present they didn't want fate to lead to Bitter stained cheeks, Luna you scar, My heart its reeking of loneliness, I'm the pariah, the one they disdain, Your laughter was once mine, You hate me, Why? Was the closet too bleak, suffocating with despair? Is the present more sheer, a veil hiding the scars I bear, Since when does an exemplary future disregard the past that holds you, Perhaps it broke you… but I didn't, Yet here I stand, shattered and true. I deserve acknowledgement, A word, A glance, Together