• Can you ever remember a time when smiles were easy to come by?
    Can you ever remember the hugs that you gave away to the ones you liked?
    Can you remember the innocent times when you gave a kiss to the person you had a crush on?
    Can you remember how you felt then when you smiled, laughed, and really enjoyed life?

    Remember all those silly songs you sang with your best friends?
    Remember how you all were going to grow up and be the rock stars?
    Remember what all you said you'd do before you had a family?
    Remember how your family was going to be made?

    I remember the time I had with my family.
    I remember thinking I could never be forgotten.
    I remember kissing the guy I liked on the cheek.
    I remember hugging my cousins and aunts and uncles.
    I remember not knowing what true sadness was.
    I remember thinking life was the best.
    How I was going to be smart and go to college.
    Be famous for singing.
    Be famous for drawing.
    And writing.

    But as I grew older
    I noticed that they don't really care to say 'hi' anymore.
    I noticed that my grandmother and her sisters slowly stopped caring.
    I remembered not knowing who my grandmother really was.
    I remember they finally stopped acknowledging me.
    I saw that there was a bigger difference in myself.
    I noticed how I am getting one dream done...
    I wonder if they will.


    I wonder why they don't care anymore.
    I wonder what I can do to make them see how it hurts me to be forgotten.
    I wonder if they'd care.
    I always wonder what they will say when I show him to them all.
    I wonder what they will say.

    It scares me how they only remember bad things instead of good.
    It scares me to tell them we're together.
    It scares me to tell them that I love him more than the world.
    And how he feels the same...

    I worry if they will accept me again only because of him.
    I worry that they talk behind my back.
    I worry that they will say something hateful about him.
    I worry that they won't ever realize that cry when I'm with them.
    I worry that they won't care if they do find me.
    I worry to tell them anything about me.

    There are a few that haven't forgot yet.
    One has dealt with a different pain, but sees mine.
    The other loves unconditionally.
    I stay in a corner away and they come to say a few words...