Stolen Memories Poem by William Mowell

I live life in someone else's mind
Reality is something I cannot find
I live and let these stolen memories live
Not sure which are real and which are fibs
Broken pieces of a place and time
Is this memory really mine
The scene doesn't look familiar
I don't remember, did I kill her

Maybe my brain waves are trying to hide
Memories that left out a decent alibi
Running from the reality of the situation
Finally remembering my infatuation
And the night that ended in tragedy
But I felt it wasn't up to me
Someone at the controls steering my body
Making me feel like an oddity

I pick up fragments of her screaming
And I know it has meaning
But I'd rather forget my awful past
And live life like it was my last
One week away from execution
Her family finally gets retribution
Burnt brain cells are all that remains
A lifeless body, the casket contains
Buried for the sins that he couldn't remember
It all happened on a cold day in September