Why can't I just stop
remembering?
All I ever see now
is a face
that hates me
with every smiling
photograph.
A face that doesn't want
to see me.
Elation due to something
that has absolutely nothing
to do with me.
I am no longer a part of the picture.
I am forgotten and
I am unwanted.
For so long
I held myself in too high of a regard.
I was memorable and
I was wanted.
But I was deceived,
quite literally,
because that truth has paled.
I am forgettable and
I am hateable.
Right now
that is all that matters.
Even if it isn't always true.