Forgetting
I have lived my life until now--doubting,
Something in me is screaming and shouting.
Spreading trust like an airborne disease,
I locked my doors and swallowed the keys.
I got used to waking up to lasting lies.
Nobody saw passed my fabricated disguise.
My body was not a temple, it was a path.
I waited patiently--no one did the math.
One day, I became so sick and tired.
I wanted nothing but to be admired.
I opened my eyes and wiped my tears,
Forgiving and forgetting for all those years.
My days have changed--they're longer.
My perspective is different, even stronger.
Forgetting the past is a draining feat.
Never let your lips speak of forgone defeat.
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