The Forgotten

Just a poem for the joy of all you lovely people :3

Some have been lost,
Others have fallen,
But each has been remembered.

Yet you turn around,
So happy and joyful,
To lay eyes on a nobody.

You mock them and spit at them,
Ravaging their lives with your cruelty,
Leaving them to fade away.

We expect them to act as we do,
To blend in and be the good children,
But you never stop to think of the holes in their hearts.

It is one thing to hurt.
It is only a task to be pushed down.
But to be forgotten is the untold pain, 
Because nobody wants to think of the mistakes they made,
And the life they took.

Can you look yourself in the eye,
Believe that you ignored their cries,
Abandoned them on times of pain,
And shamed them to no end?

No, you, like so many others, 
Will look away and say it is not of your own fault,
Pass the blame to another.

And so the game will be played,
The circle of hate overbearing decent thought,
But you will find out one day, oh yes.
You will be the forgotten too.

Reviews

[Kaylee]

This is definitely one of the best anti-bullying creations I have been privileged to read so far. Simple as poems go, yet just as powerful, just as forceful. "It is one thing to hurt... But to be forgotten is the untold pain..." A fact that is so painfully true, yet misunderstood by so many. Great job, Calli!

[Dark Rider]

Wow, such strong emotions. I really liked how you portrade this. It was really lovely. Great job, like always. :)