Ahead, I Look!

I forgot who I was, I remembered who I became. They refused to let me grow, I remembered the abuse. I forgot who I was before them, born to their hands. I refused to accept their love, but it’s all I knew. I remember it all, I live the pain. I forget how I feel, it isn’t always real but rather out of fear. I remember sometimes but sometimes I cannot. I forget sometimes by choice, other times the effort is a lost cause. Who I am now, isn’t who they made. Who I have become, is far from their name. I remember every moment, I forget every moment too. I want to move on, but for some reason I cannot.