For Writing's Sake

Ignored

They're out of sight,
out of mind

They're covered by the line they're forced to  stay behind

They're not impossible to find

It's pretty simple,
if you decide to sacrifice the time

We might not see the handprints on the walls...

but we know that they're there

We might not hear the screams...
but we know that they're in the air

What
am
I
still
doing
here?

Thinking all that I can do is shed a tear?

Sometimes I think my life's unfair

Textbooks make the past seem so far behind

The reality is, there's equal suffering right

before our eyes

Why am I so surprised?

That most of the world lives in fear?

What am I still doing here??