I am neither the middle nor the oldest;
I am the youngest,
Yet I live in a place of invisibility.
My pleas are forgotten,
Discarded like an afterthought,
An issue to be dealt with "later."
Yet I am nothing but human,
As broken as anyone can be,
One who, if left waiting too long, will be lost.
I will not blame those who raised me,
Who nurtured me,
Who forgot about me once it became too hard.
I am forgiving, even of the wrong people,
Forgiving of everyone but myself,
Forgiving of everything except my own existence.
The blame will rest solely on me,
And I will pay for the crime of my very birth.
My name will fade slowly,
Then my existence,
Until I draw my final breath by my own hand.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
I am neither the middle nor the oldest;
I am the youngest,
Yet I live in a place of invisibility.
My pleas are forgotten,
Discarded like an afterthought,
An issue to be dealt with "later."
Yet I am nothing but human,
As broken as anyone can be,
One who, if left waiting too long, will be lost.
I will not blame those who raised me,
Who nurtured me,
Who forgot about me once it became too hard.
I am forgiving, even of the wrong people,
Forgiving of everyone but myself,
Forgiving of everything except my own existence.
The blame will rest solely on me,
And I will pay for the crime of my very birth.
My name will fade slowly,
Then my existence,
Until I draw my final breath by my own hand.
Sorry, I have been on hiatus for too long. I was busy with school and busy with dealing with my grandma's death. I'll try to write more now, for now this is my most recent poem
