Forgotten. A word that hurts the most.
Pushed away, they’d often boast.
Ignored, rejected, isolated and hurt.
Treated like trash, rejected like dirt.

But forgotten. That is such a cruel phrase.
They can tell I’m broken down by emotions shown on my face.
I may be silent, but my heart speaks its mind.
I may not be the same, but I’m one of a kind.

And if you choose to disagree,
Get over it, I’m in love with me.
I’m proud of who I am, but I’m still hurt.
Ignored, isolated, rejected like dirt.

And I know I’m not the only person.
There are more people who are hurting.
Millions of people, always in pain.
If only I could be happy and feel the same.

But I know one day I will be alright.
One day I will be able to fall asleep at night.
One day I will feel the same.
One day there will be no more pain.

One day I will not be forgot.
One day I will be loved, and loved a lot.
One day I will be a memory.
One day my dreams will be a reality.

Forgotten. A word that hurts the most.
Pushed away, they’d often boast.
Ignored, rejected, isolated and hurt.
Treated like trash, rejected like dirt.

One day I will be recognized!
One day I will not have to hide.
One day you’ll see my pale blue eyes.
One day you’ll have me hypnotized.

One day I will not be alone.
One day my self-esteem will be on a throne.
One day my happiness will not die.
One day I will not have to cry.

One day I will not be by myself.
One day I will be loved by everyone else.
One day I will not be forgotten, I will be remembered.
One day my self-consciousness will not be engendered.

One day I will become satisfied.
One day I will find the beaming light
One day my heart will gratify.
One day there will be no more fright.

Forgotten. A word that hurts the most.
Pushed away, they’d often boast.
Ignored, rejected, isolated and hurt.
Treated like trash, rejected like dirt.