Amoung the Forgotten
Am I angry?
Am I sad?
Am I tired?
....am I lost?
Is today real?
Will I be among the forgotten?
Am I a forgotten......?
Forgetting is easy.
For so long you never saw
Just how lost I truly was.
The hard part isn't remembering
It's not doing
It's not moving on
It's looking on your face
And not telling who you are
As well as you not seeing how lost
I am among the forgotten.
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