Melancholy, my ass

Why do I keep going back?
It's so easy to forget.
A part of my life for such a short time.
Such a huge footprint you have.
Let me forget.
Erase all your remnants.
I don't want to look at that anymore.

Background: There are 4 pages of poems about me and it's public. Please take them down. They're not even that good, no one thinks they are. This is spiteful, but you can't even get decent grades or get into a good college because you sit at home hitting on little girls and writing emo poetry. Get a life, please.