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...