Window
I know thereās things Iām missing, things that have been stolen from me by my own being.
That feeling of being left out, of knowing you canāt share your past with others and making connection almost impossible _is_ me.
It characterizes me.
Embodies me.
I donāt feel drowned, no, I feel blasted into oblivion whenever I try to search for things that arenāt thereāerased from existence because I donāt have a simple thing.
I know itās something so small, but I feelā¦inhuman. Is memory loss supposed to start this young? Is it supposed to feel like this? This emptiness.
I canāt remember my first day of school; my last day. I canāt even remember last year, what I did, what I didnāt do. I can only remember faces, bodies, smiles. No words, no dialogue, no scenery or smells.
And when I hear people, children, teachers, talking about their favorite memories, writing about them, I feelā¦.
So I lie, I create things from my dreams and convince myself itās reality. Is it a bad thing that it works? Sometimes I donāt know whether somethingās true or not because Iāve told myself over and over again that itās happened.
Maybe thatās why Iām a good liar. Maybe thatās why my own parents donāt trust me. Because of _me_ of who I _am_!
Or maybe Iām just thinking stuff over again.
Am I realā¦or is this all just a simulation?
Are my memories going away every time I make a mistake and am trying the simulation again?
I canāt connect. I canāt connect! They speak and ask: āDo you remember this?ā And I say yes, I smile, shake my head.
But I donāt!
**I donāt!**
Iām too young to be like this! Living like this, right?
I should have moreāI deserve moreāthan just stupid thoughts and remembers of faces and bodies and facial features and eyes and nose and lips, teeth, hair, anger, pain, sadness regret remorse tears blood tissue.
I want to feel, be in that memory. I want to smell something and know automatically where I remember it from; same when I look at things, feel things.
My body knows, but my brain refuses. It likes torturing me in such ways as well as others.
I want to look outside that window that disconnects me from reality, from interactions.
I just wanna be a normal fourteen-year old.