Memories Forgotten, Lost in time.
Memories of my past, Long ago.
Memories slowly trickle back to me in pieces.
Nothing concrete to tell me who I am or what I was.
Images of family slowly come back to me
Getting sorted to know who is who.
Many people hate me.
It's not my fault I lost all my memories.
They say I used to be sweet and kind.
Now in a round about way I'm told I'm a B!t(h.
Remembering the ones that mean the most to you,
No matter how good or bad,
Is the best memory of all...