This isn't happening,

No it's not.

It's actually this other thing that's making me uncomfortable and sad.

You're fine,

I'm fine,

It's fine.

Nothing's happening.

I know what happened.

I know what you did,

And I've told others.

I couldn't let you do that to someone else,

So I had to not forget.

I wish I could've continued to forget.

I've had to remember.

I've had to dig deep,

And pull out those memories I've wanted to forget.

I've had to relive,

Those moments I've tried to not remember,

I hate that I've had to remember,

But I hope that me remembering,

Will prevent someone else from having to forget.

They say it didn't happen,

That I'm mistaken.

Almost everyone does,

Even though I've spoken the truth.

Even though I remembered for them.

But then again only you and I know it did.

Everyone's forgot.

Forgot about you,

Forgot about me,

Forgot about what you did to me.

It's as if it didn't happen.

I wish it didn't happen.

You say that it didn't happen,

And everyone says that you're right.

Did it happen?

I'm the one it happened to,

So I'm the only one that can say it did.

Me and you are the only ones who can say that it did,

But if everyone including you said that it didn't,

Did it?

Am I lying?

I'm remembering incorrectly?

Just forget it....