Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Memory of Mine

It seems the more that I do live,

The more mistakes that I do make.

And it is so hard to forgive

And change myself for better sake.

The devil's in me, Mama would

Often tell me before she died,

And no way for me to be good,

No matter how hard I have tried.

And for me truly what is worst,

My life I remember too well.

With true memory I be cursed,

That keeps my mind in living hell.

A test subject I want to be,

A.I. to change my memory.