The Jabberwock

“What do you want to forget?” they asked me
I don’t know.
but I do.
there’s quite so much I wanna forget

I want to forget bad relationships,
those embarrassing moments,
the moments where I was bullied.
Bullied into looking good.
Bullied into acceptance.

Ugh—those beauty standards.
Everyone wants to fit into them,
and I’m a part of everyone.

I want to forget the times I was there for someone and they wasn’t for me
I want to forget the times I got myself into trouble,
the times I was dumb, and naive.
A people pleaser, they’d probably say.

I want to forget the bad memories that stick in my head,
forget those people who made my life worse,
forget the times where all I wanted was a fresh start
and if i had the chance to forget those things I would be the first in line to accept it.

But the unfortunate thing is,
those things are what shaped me into who I am today
so “I don’t know” is what I said.