I am not the same as the rest,
I am not always accepted or liked,
People look at me as though
I were not human,
I am forgotten, and tossed aside
I feel empty, and lost
Love seems only an illusion,
Happiness, only a distraction from pain
Dreams seem as hopeless as catching the wind,
From this I am forced into this shadowy form,
Where I am worthless,
My existence, miserable,
Pain, the only feeling that satisfies my hunger,
As I feel blood pour from my veins,
The pain of memories, pour from my body
Like the magma from a volcano,
The burning of my memories are released,
Then I sob in tears, sitting in the corner,
As I beg for pity
I realize that, nobody cares
And so, all alone, I die,
quietly…
Wandering Scarlet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shoes-of-the-forgotten/
