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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