The past me smiled when sadness viewed

With “likes” and “hearts” and things to do

I puffed my chest

But curled in bed

And prayed to pride to rest its head

I danced and clapped when silence gloomed

Around most people and empty rooms

But… If I don’ts… abraded my thoughts

The best of me I almost lost

The past me cares about what you think

But past is gone and now there’s me