Remember Me

What do you remember when you look at me? Can you even say, objectively? I'm sure it's not a symphony. A tranquil sea, or being free. I probably remind you more of anarchy... Of villainy... My memories consists of acidity, with a touch of futility... Perhaps scathing dishonesty. I'll remember you mostly fondly. Not saintly, blandly, nor blissfully... And at the risk of me being a mere fallacy, all I ask is that you remember me...