There was a fire in your eyes
in the beginning;
A scream in your voice,
but you were never heard.
"Nobody cares."
They always informed you.
You were the imaginary child,
always fading into the background.
You waded through life
barely half alive.
But one night you called out,
breaking your silence.
It was too late,
your decision already made.
Mom and dad ran,
finally realizing your sadness.
But you were already gone.
Then everyone knew you-
your achievements and goals.
They mourned, but soon you were forgotten.
You were the imaginary child,
evaporated from memory.