Past Trauma Poem by Kyler Davis

People say your past defines you,
Well, it can sometimes.
People don't know what you have been through,
Those challenging times.
If only people could see,
All the problems of the past.
Then they would agree,
And they would ask.
'Are you okay? '
Or 'Why did it occur? '
It's always like a survey,
That I don't prefer.
I wish I could forget that night,
Where it all changed.
You gave me fright,
All the trauma is unchanged.