Me!

Hi! I’m Gabe! I have Dissociative amnesia!

I’m sorry If I forget some things about you.

I find it hard to remember sometimes.

Most of the time I feel like Im not even here, Like i’m just living in some second rate actors mind, watching his movie being filmed.

What was I saying again?

Oh right!

Hi! I’m Gabe! I have Anxiety!

I’m sorry if I worry you with worthless worries.

I find it hard to be still sometimes.

Both in my mind and physically.

Sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in..The walls are closing in, the walls are closing in, the walls are closing in! THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN!

What was I doing again?

Oh right!

Hi! I’m Gabe! I’m a person just like you!

I’m sorry if my flaws show too often.

Or if I make mistakes.

It gets hard not to make mistakes when you don’t remember how not to.

I’m sorry If I forget, Or if I worry, Or if I falter.

I promise.

I’m trying.

I’m trying so hard.

But, it doesn’t matter.

Cause no matter what I say, you won’t care.

You won’t change your ways for me.

Not that I expect you too, I just…hoped.

Maybe that..you could show me some sympathy.

Maybe that, with all of these things in my head, You’d see, I don’t need your misunderstanding and uncaring attitude with it as well.

I have enough on my plate.

And I forget half of it.

And I worry about the rest.

And I make mistakes with most.

Wait..

What was I saying again?

Oh, what did I eat yesterday?

Uhm. I dunno, something i’m sure.

What was that? why have I lost 30 pounds in two months?

Not sure!

Sorry what was that?

Why am I looking around nervously?

Oh nothing,

I just forgot my name for a moment.

You think it’s terrifying?

It is!

I wonder if one day I’ll forget everything.

It’s been getting that bad recently.

This isn’t a poem.

It’s a informational reminder.

To please be kind.

Because i’m trying my god damn hardest.

So please stop..

Please…

Please….

Uhhh..

What was I saying again?

Oh, Hi! I’m Gabe!

I’m Gabe.

I think.

Right?

That was my name? right?

No?

Yes?

When I say things like this.

My peers look at me with giggles and laughs.

As i’m confused.

Lost.

Scared.

They’re faces all meld together, turning into distorted images of unknown memories.

Who are these people before me?

Why are they here?

Why am I here?

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

OH! Right!

My names Gabe..

My names Gabe..

My names..

What was I saying again?

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