The Secret

The past is the past.
Yet,
It haunts us so.
We study it,
Because for some reason
We still make the same mistakes.
But your own past?
That,
Can eat you alive.
Make you lose sleep.
Or even,
Make you lose your head.
Maybe even your life.
Your choices condemn you,
Whether or not you've learned
Right from wrong all these years ago.
That is all people judge you by.
So you say the past is the past.
But the past decides your future,
No matter what you do to make it up.
It comes back.
Full circle,
Just to take you out.
So how do you make up for past sins?
I haven't found the answer.
So when you know it,
Let me in on your secret.