You don't need to remind me
Don't you remember me?
That I am not one to easily forget things-
Good, or bad-
True- you did keep me off the streets
But the money you gave wasn't what I needed in the first place
I never asked for it in the beginning
-nor the many things that came along with it.

You constantly proclaim your good deeds
Which are satisfied by my genuine  thanks
As well as uncalled for honest words of appreciation
But it seems that words and memory are not enough for you
Because you continue to tally up the score
Scratching them deep into my now hardened skin
-No, I will never lose sight of that memory, my love
But the truth, will never be let go to be kept in sight