I used to like how I used to be

A permanent picture on the fridge of remembrance 

But days would come where my magnets would turn to plastics 

and my mind would forget the faces of yesterday

The things I never dealt with eating away 

My comatose will draw back in and make me lucid for moments

But it crashes just as quick moving ‘round my head

Twisting moments that weren’t so perfect so that I can cope and feel like less of a burden

I was different and they treated me as such

But all the moments I recall seem like something has been erased

Like they have been cleaned by time themselves

To make me forget what makes me me

And they have succeeded because I have forgotten

Many times over