I found this while cleaning out my room. Maybe it will strike you like it did me.
What fake, fond memories
Anything can get distorted inside this head
I see and remember times I was happy
Forgetting I was also sad
I look back with wonder
And forward with dread
Believing I am becoming worse
That I am failing on the outside
But the only difference between now and then
Was I knew failure was a part of life.