I see her,
that girl I used to be.
When I had a family, friends,
people who cared.
I remind myself I should not be stuck in the past,
that the past is keeping me from reality.
I used to smile, laugh, dance and play'
that was just the past.
I stay in the past,
so I don't need to be reminded of the present.
But that is what's haunting me,
the present.

Alice Winters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-the-present/