Life

Monster of Memories

"I don't remember that?" I say to myself.

My mind belongs to him.

It all comes and goes, just like my blood flow.

I hate him for it, I love him when I know.

He comes sometimes during the day, I tell him go away.

People say I'm crazy, but I don't care what they say.

He interferes with conversations and tries to control my mind.

That's the one thing I won't let him have, and it is my peace of mind.

I want to get away, but I know that I can't.

He'll keep coming back as I dance with him again.

He keeps all my memories in a chest, far away from me.

I look and look, like I'm reading a book, but never find the key.