Decipher

Memory

What made me a memory,
something remarkable.

The sudden bubbles that come upon my mouth,
as the foam slowly washes out there is nothing,
but the sound of choking.

Bubbles float as if I ate soap,
now all I did was silence myself as I say nothing.

The silence I offer was how I could listen to each spoken word,
now all I am is forbidden.

Not permitted to see the light,
there I fight for what I want.

For everything, it feels right.

When everything turns amiss,
all I see is another brooding kiss,
another day of laughter from another.

I could never chuckle when I had more to factor.

People love to nitpick who they miss,
who they kiss,
whoever there is they'll love.

They nitpick insecurities

unintentionally pissing people off.
Can we blame them for ignorance?

Not being aware of what is to come,
when one mistake suddenly leaves everyone on silent.

A phone once made from noise now everything turns into a lull,
a hushed tone when you'd walk by,
and then there they it giving you the stink eye.

It wasn't strange how humans could be this way,
for one mistake leaves one wolf astray.

There she follows the ostracized for a day.

The sheep make mistakes,
but there will always be the focus of attention,
on someone condemned for narcissism.

Without batting a word for the head of the herd,
always knows what's for the worse.

Wanting more attention than existence,
there it lay dead on the floor,
as people gasp suddenly the sheep became no more but another lore.

We are a memory,
we make ourselves memorable,
through the worst of it all,
people say I was amiable when they cry.

At each funeral not acknowledging their mistake,
for it takes time for guilt to settle,

it moves into everyone someday.