Ain’t forget

I ain’t forget

when they taught how to smile

so, being a good lady

and driving me to the idle

I ain’t forget

the afraidness of my life

am I a good person

or just a dysmorphic situation?

I ain’t forget

when loneliness took over my head

transforming the brightest colors

into privilegous, pale white

in the end

all goes forgot

at least, invisible to others

and the simple

became even more complex