Do you remember me?
It's a question I ask quite frequently If you answer yes, don't be surprised...by the look in my eyes because I can't believe you recognize someone
who can't even see or remember herself...
who got lost in the mirror and refused help
who got lost in the darkness and its depth
Do you remember me?
or perhaps you only remember the things I've done
the things I've said...
or the mistakes I run from...
"Hey Niah, remember that time...."'
Nah, I can't, because when my past comes lurking
it's in the darkness I hide
it's in the light that I cry
and in the grey I wade in infected pride
Do you remember me?
What do you see?
The Sinner?
The Saint?
The Whore?
The Haint?
Please forgive me...
I forget which picture I paint
which memories I arranged
...and all of the change-ups
Do you remember me?
Or is it all of your judgments that you see?
~Yours Truly, Miss Niah
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