There is this smoke that walks beside me.
Its presence usually blinds me.
I see it when it wants me to.
But, hey, this isn\’t something new.

It whispers to me what others say,
Words and actions of everyday.
I say, this did not happen.
But it reminds me my memory is blacken.

I can\’t recollect what happened today,
But I\’ll always remember the words it\’ll say.

\”Remember when you let this person down?\”
Then I hear no other sound.
The words echo inside out,
Murmurs from a thousand mouths.

\”Look there is so much love to see!
A part of which you\’ll never be.\”

\”Look at this happiness and all the joy!
But darling, remember, you are my toy.\”

\”I\’ll show you things
And take them back.
You want it?
Here\’s a panic attack.\”

\”Ew, look at you crying all the time.
Like a loser, putting it in a rhyme.\”

\”Thinking of what to do.
Remember,
I was made by you.\”


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