i am afraid of being forgotten.
i am afraid that i will become a tragedy that will echo into history,
a library or bench named after me,
but in 10 years,
the only ones to remember me will be the ones i destroyed.
my knife sharp words having left permanent scars in their skin,
my gentle hugs leaving bruises where i held them.
i want to believe that they will look back at all the places i was
and that they will see my handprints,
but i am afraid that they will forget i ever walked with them.
i know that i am inconsequential but i want to believe i can be something more.
i want to believe my words will have had some sort of impact,
that i've done something of value.
but i haven't.
i am afraid.
