Forgotten memory.

When you yelled at me, I acted calm.

Until I hid in my room and put my head in my palms.

Thinking over all of my mistakes, thinking over all of the times I was forced to break.

As the tears dribbled down, as my smile turned into a frown.

As the laughter turned into screams, it has always seemed that I could not be redeemed.

No matter how much forgiveness I asked for, no matter how much I tried to make up for it.

It was never enough, for the empty void of space.

And as the memories came rushing back, I knew I needed to act.

And so I put on a mask and gloves, and wore long sleeves while watching summer doves.

Wishing upon each one, to find a true love.

Wishing upon each one, to not be a memory.

To not be forgotten, I wished to be a delicacy.

To be one who was remembered, even as the moments pass.

But like every other dream, it will be forgotten in the past.

As I become the forgotten memory.