The Forgotten


Who am I?

What is the meaning of

My existence?

People rush past me

But it feels like time has stopped.

I am aware of

All the movement around me

But I am unable to take a step.


At home I am just a burden.

There is an empty feeling that

My parents don't mind me

nor even care.

At school I am just one of everyone else.

I am just another moody teen

in the midst of the crowd.


What makes me so special?

My name?

No one even bothers to ask what it is.


I don't have what they call "beauty".


I possess none.


I stop to think.

Do I have to live unnoticed?

I stop to remember my childhood.

Those times when

I would be the center of attention.

My mom would care for me

My teachers would remember me.

I have been pushed into the crowd of black and white, 


or perhaps already..



Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741