I don’t want to be doomed.
Forgotten by myself because I just don’t know what’s good enough. The thing that encapsulates everything that I think is me. I don’t want to forget any of the important pieces that make up the whole picture. I don’t really remember why that’s even important (or that it ever was). It took me so much time to remember myself. I was buried. Barely alive under a crock of bullshit that never belonged to me. Ideas that aren't mine to carry living in my body taking up space. Leaving no room for the actual things I want to remember. Some people want to help you forget because they remember too much of what they aren't when they see you.
Your light. Your gifts. Your dreams. Your purpose.
It hurts people too much. They never knew to dream big enough. They only know how to help people forget so that the misery has plenty company. Mediocrity helps the world go around but when you remember everything around you stops and the silence is loud and lonely.
I actually don’t forget. I think the problem is I remember so much that I vanish. Wipe my existence clean with the bleaching agent of self awareness. I might just be doomed. Maybe we all are.
