Kidney Punch
I know you've all forgotten me. It's all right, though, because I've forgotten myself. I detest myself in all my manifestations, like Tolkien and allegory. I know I never gave you much to remember, or much to think much about forgetting, but sometimes I wish you could have seen past the awkward or smiling exterior to the part of me that was really there. As difficult as it might be to believe, I was right there with you while we were experiencing it. Now, though, I feel a bit pasted in. As if I cut myself out of a magazine and dropped myself into your photographs, because none of you show me as being a part of your life in your photo albums, even though I have all of those pictures, and we're there together.