I feel a thousand eyes staring,
Yet no one takes notice.

People say they will help,
Yet I am left alone.

They call everyone perfect,
Yet I am not treated so.

The world promises they will remember,
Yet I am forgotten.

You can’t forge a letter,
You can’t copy a story,
Shouldn't that make them worth something?

No one is the same,
Everyone is amazing and different,
Shouldn’t that make me worth something?

For I have been forgotten,
To everyone else, nothing but
A mere feather in the wind.