Memory is a fickle thing
You seem to recall only the most odd of things on the day of your exam
You memorize your lines, but freeze as the spotlight turns to you
And as for me,
I don't know the difference between a dream and what is real anymore
Did this really happen?
Or was it simply a figment of my imagination?
Nails scratch at my scalp
The banging of my head against a desk
Remember
Remember
Remember...
Even though I was but a child, why can't I remember?
YOU ARE READING
evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
