The ForgottenI am the forgotten,I am the ignored,I am the faceless shadow that drifts through the crowd.I am the voiceless,I am the silent,I am the unspoken words that echo in my mind.I am the empty,I am the mask,I am the cold shell you think you know.I am the unbranded,I am the unplacable,I am he who refuses to fit in but begs to be seen.I am the truth,I am the lies,I am the conflicts which rend my soul.I am the broken,I am the trapped,I am the prisoner of the cage I create.I am the lonely,I am the unloved,I am the last of my hope.I am the lost,I am the forgotten,I am that which was cast aside.I am not whol
The SeagullOnce upon a midnight cheery, while I drank rum, fairly bleary,An' countin' many a strange coin o' forgotten culture,Soon I drooled, almost senseless, there came a crashin' beyond me cabin door,As if some damned fool shipmate had tripped outside me cabin door,"'Tis some scurvy cur," I slurred, "tripping beyond me cabin door-That it be, an' nothin' more."Ah, I recall t'were late in last September,As the balmy sea air blew a map about the floor,Aye, I yearned for the morrow, future plans to sack an' 'borrow',From whichever port be closest, to drown sorrow of me lost 'ore,Aye, the rare an' exotic wench that I used to call 'ore
...so much
i feel bad for him...he need a hug.
n no these r 2 round emos...mayb uoughta make a newer version..so dat da outcasts don't feel bad.