A vicious herd of wildbeests
Rushing through to you like blood to your head if hung upside down upon a tree
Pouncing, itching and scratching like a vicious cat
Just because an illness prevents the brain from storing the data in the memory box as it should
Its not always this happens, but they cannot seem to let it go
After all they always seem to forget we're all human and we all forget things
So why all the anger for a simple slip of the mind
We're not perfect
Its about time you realized its only God who never forgets