my dearest memory

Here comes my dearest memory An illusion that I was happy back then The fact that my childhood tasted like the nightmares of many The blank space when I close my eyes The sounds I hear in the dawn The feelings I avoid While I pretend to have a great, great time Here it comes, my dearest memory A distortion my mind created so I could feel like everybody else An attempt to normalize awful behaviors people had around me The collection of triggers that surround me to this day The beginning of addictions that hold me hostage on my brain My dearest memory Of a smell or a sound Randomly made by my environment Authentic, free, naive