I am a forgotten child.
A silent child,
Like many before me,
And many after me.
I do not speak with your words,
Or write with your letters.
I do not understand your language,
That everyone is fluent in.
I cannot talk as you do,
In a fluid flow of sounds.
I have yet to master your expressions,
To feel them like you do.
I am an outsider, a foreigner,
In my own place.
I am a forgotten child.
An invisible child,
Like many before me,
And many after me.
I do not stand out,
Or blend in.
I do not wear what you do,
For the reasons you do.
I cannot be one of you,
Unique and the same.
Try as I might,
I'm still where I am.
I'm cast off to the side,
Like a prop or a toy.
I am a forgotten child.
A simple child,
Like many before me,
And many after me.
I do not match your brilliance,
Or extravagance and pizzazz.
I do not know of your level,
Much higher than mine.
I cannot reach what you've surpassed,
Too much for me.
You speak down on me,
As if I've lost the right.
I am far below you now,
Fallen in a canyon.
