Forgotten

April 19, 2009
By Anonymous

No one is here
To hear me screaming
No one is around
To know what I feel
This pure torture
Bringing me down
Each and everyday
The faces and people I have to see
And smile for
Like everything is all right
Even when it’s not
Because it never is
And never was
And I don’t know when it will be
Okay again
And when I’ll take a deep breath again
And relax
As people block out my voice and my moves
I run away and hide
I am not needed here
To be heard any longer
My work here is done
And complete
And most of all, over
For good.
And forgotten


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