Familiar Faces
Seeing familiar faces become distant,
Old names depart my mind.
No memories of long ago,
Show I’m completely blind.
Not in the sense of sightless,
More that I have forgot it all,
Those feelings of love and loss,
I find so hard to recall.
Sitting alone I wonder why,
Then my mind slips away,
Feeling useless to the world,
More and more everyday.
No one else knows this feeling,
Of not knowing who you are,
Only that you’re not you,
Even though it sounds bizarre.
Help feels so degrading,
By a child wearing uniform.
Many experiences I could share,
From within my "mindless storm".
I need someone to talk to…
Tell me are we friends or foe?
Do you know who I am, dear?
Because I’d really love to know.
