Three or so years ago was when I started feeling alone and depressed. I took up writing during the times when I just needed to get things out. In a way it became my form of venting, which I guess I should be grateful that I chose that instead of something more harmful to myself. Anyways, this poem was the first one that I ever wrote, so I thought it might be a good one to share. Enjoy Forgotten To be forgotten, is to be misunderstood. When no one listens to what you say, why bother speaking up? When you know something can never be, why try? When no one notices, you are forgotten. Now a shadow in everyone’s life. Stepped on. Looked over. Unnoticed. Forgotten.