I often don’t remember things
It seems my memory slips
Deep down into nothing
My mind’s a black abyss
I can’t say that I am proud
Of everything I’ve done
Nor do I speak outloud
Whenever I am shunned
I often make mistakes
That stick into my brain
Always reminding me of their wake
Leaving me to feel insnae
But of all these things I hate about me
There’s one I really love
My daughter is the best part of me
The only one I love.
