You search
Blindly, madly
For the memories
That you've lost.
You find
Only an empty space
Dark, lonely, scary
Nothing is there
You wonder
Where they've gone
For if they've left
Where are you?
You know
You need to concentrate
But they fly from
Your outstretched fingertips
You feel
The nagging doubt
You had to say something
But what was it?
You see
Their faces
Confused, skeptical
How can you prove?
You growl
Your eyes become
A scarlet red
At the frustration
You rage
Internally
But it seeps out
And they see
You notice
As they back away
For as a monster
You'll never fit in
You accept
That they'll be scared
Of who you are
And what you'll be
But you wish
That you'd remember
Your forever lost
Memories
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