Haunted Gifts and Art, and other things. Little tokens of what was. Into trash they've been thrown, With nothing less then contempt. Bits and pieces of the past, Haunting quietly no more. Hurting me, reminding, Of who I was with you. I hate myself for changing, Not being who I am. But I'm learning to be myself, Someday I'll be free again. Day by day, I will strive to undo, What you've done to me. I threw those things out like trash, Just as you did to me.