The people the world forgot
W're the people that get left behind,
the ones that no one looks to find.
I'm tired of being walked through,
the empty feeling isn't new.
We are stories, myths, legends
for them to tell kids, imagined
made-up tales, while we look in sorrow,
maybe they'll see us tomorrow.
We're the people the world forgot,
the ones that were left to rot.
I hate being ignored, the feeling
of no one caring sends me reeling.
They cannot see, no matter how hard we try
to make them see us, we're left to ask why;
asking what wrong we've done
to be isolated from everyone.
We're the people who've never had a friend,
the ones that have been called pretend,
I'm tired of always feeling alone,
never able to share my laughs and groans.
It's torture, being able to get so near,
walking by their homes, but they don't see me here.
It hurts when they walk right through me,
and don't hear my voice, though I scream.
We're the people who protect,
the ones who work hard but can't collect
recognition for the work we do,
I'm tired of hearing,"The myths aren't true".
We're the people that get left behind,
the ones that no one looks to find.
I'm tired of being walked through,
the empty feeling isn't new.
We're invisible, but can't you try
to believe, to open your eyes?
Please lend us needed company,
it would make us so happy.
Please.