Forgotten child, all alone.
An accessory in her own home.
Given love when she had something to give.
Ignored once she chose how to live.
An inconvenience to the way things are.
Disrupting the illusion much too far.
The black sheep for speaking too much truth.
Why won't she comply like she used to do?
And so I am and must be
To the ones I call my family.
Walking down my road with them behind
Hoping someday we'll be of one mind.
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC
Forgotten child, all alone.
An accessory in her own home.
Given love when she had something to give.
Ignored once she chose how to live.
An inconvenience to the way things are.
Disrupting the illusion much too far.
The black sheep for speaking too much truth.
Why won't she comply like she used to do?
And so I am and must be
To the ones I call my family.
Walking down my road with them behind
Hoping someday we'll be of one mind.
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