No Memory

I have no memory
For things I’ve learned
Or things I have experienced or heard

Neither for people or events
I feel like I have experienced next to nothing
Learning nothing
That I actually know less than the average schoolboy

And what I do know is superficial
Every second question is beyond me
I am incapable of thinking
I can’t even tell a story properly
In fact, I can scarcely talk

Now an encouraged obsession
To indulge myself in my own corruption
By presenting an indomitable figure, but that is a puppet
Morally depraved
And the lines I so promptly draw
Turns vague and blurred

Marks and traces left
In the dirt
And on your face

Marks and traces left
In the dirt
And on your face