Forgotten

I may seem cheery, but I’m not.
“Be true to yourself,” I was taught.
But that gets hard when you’re all alone.
Without anybody to call your own.
Our friendship will grow and never sink.
But that won’t happen, you don’t like how I think.
What I think and what I say are completely different things.
And, oh, how much I wish my mind were pulling the strings.
But I don’t think before I speak.
My  cross to bear: impulsivity at its peak.
The horror of what I’ve been through truly reveals my pain.
Like a slowly dimming fire caught out in the pouring rain.
But that past is gone.
Night turns to day.
And it’s a new day. A day to run.
A day to play. A day to have fun.
I thought it’d never end, but it’s out of my mind.
Never to return, this cruel world is too kind.
I’ve earned a new heart now. One I’ve had to borrow.
But Shakespeare was right: “parting is such sweet sorrow.”
I loved her then, I love her still.
I always have. I always will.