I’m not scared because I think
you’ll suddenly hate me,
Because deep down I know you won’t,
but the lies my mind feeds me takes over that.
Because I know 20 years from now you’ll be
out there and happy,
Living your life and being free.
But I can’t help but think, “will you have forgotten me?”
Because I can’t tell you the majority of
my middle school friends’ names,
Or half my teachers’ names,
Or most people I was close with 4 years ago.
So truly,
Will you still remember?
Will you still care the same?
Will you still protect me, like you do today?
