Inspired by a prompt about ‘feeling forgotten’ I did from ‘Write Now! Poetry” self-guided journal—I wrote another poem about my pain and loss..
Ever since I was born, I was welcome—-
I was happy.
Until then, two years later—
I have become flawed.
A Flawed—
An Outsider—
An Outcast—
A Misfit—
Why do people treat me like an inhuman?
Why?
I really don’t get it!
I always felt lost—
No matter how I met right, wrong, online and in-person—-
I have always been forgotten no matter how good days and bad days went—
I do not know if I should stay alive after thirty-five years—
It feels like I am NOT important in the first place—
I do not know if anybody will miss me—
Thinking about me—
Feelings about me—
I will be gone for now…
Now, I am finally free..