If no one remembers.
Who wants to?
Who cares to
The Struggle, The Strain, The Stress, The Sufferring, the Pain?
Oh, Yes. I know; they say, "Forget it."
I don't need to hang on, I don't need to detach.
I'm not bitter, and I do care about others.
I'm not really selfish, I'm not trying to isolate.
I don't want to be depressed, I don't want to hate violence.
Some people scare me.
I don't know why.
They give me the willies to look at, even.
Others I gravitate to,
while others, MM, HM: seems like Forbidden Fruit.
I have One For You.
Why would you have