The Forgotten Child
Nobody knows how it feels to be me,
Half the time they don’t want to see,
I’m always left alone to sit here and moan,
What good am I once I am grown?
Nobody cares what happens to me,
Sometimes I feel like I could just jump in the sea.
It wouldn’t matter since it is only me,
No one would even notice where I would be.
SO all I want is a friend who can see,
How it really feels just to be me.