Behind the Flowers

Do You Ever Feel Forgotten?

Do you ever feel forgotten,
No matter the words of those you care for speak?
You see someone you know with someone else and feel overwritten,
And the amount of care and love they had felt for you is only going downhill, because it's already reached its peak?
But you turn your head and you accept it because that fate has already been written.
You wish you were unique, so that you could compete,
But in the end you just feel weak as you cannot speak.
  
And among the many things that could bother you,
It's being forgotten that's has you in distress the most.
"Maybe it's just because I'm feeling a little blue,"
I tell myself as I feel like a ghost.
Well, maybe they don't feel this way too,
But this fear has decided to pick me as its host.
And as I sit here, in this light blue hue, I want to speak but all I can do is whisper a tiny, "boo"

I don't want it to be this way,
Just a fragment of your memory.
As I go along, day by day,
With less and less energy,
Feeling like I am my mind's own prey,
I start to build up the bravery,
To feel like everything, eventually, will be okay.

Maybe, I won't feel forgotten, maybe that's why I want to be what I want to be,
My words, forever etched into history.
My words forever written so they can no longer flee.
My imagination, my feelings, my dreams, my journey.
As I carry this dream, it sadly comes with a plea,
Please, don't forget me,
For I wish not to stay a mystery.