Growing up,  I have understood the pain of forgetting,
Forgetting the small task you have to do,
Forgetting the responsibilities daily life has in store for you,
Forgetting to relax once in a while as the day goes by,

The pain of forgetting things like your keys,
Struggling everytime you have to deal with these,
But its more of an inconvinience really,
True pain isn't the small things that happen daily,

The pain of forgetting your passion in life,
As the hands of the clock turn and time passes,
Losing the dreams you once had and that smile so bright,
As you try to fit in with everyone amongst the masses,

The pain of trying out the things you used to like,
Finding out it doesn't excite like those days,
And you spiral to a downward hill of thinking how it used to be,
Trying to live your life through the daydreams in your mind,

Forgetting the old you that used to be happy,
The times where you can be true tou yourself,
The pain of living life by just powering through,
Living life with no idea now what to do.