The Forgotten

The Forgotten By Spidey Williams Question: Do I Exist To You? Hello my name is….. Well that’s irrelevant to how I feel. What’s important, I am real. You gave me a name, before I was forced into reality. Yet you yourself could not co-exist with me. I’m told I have your physical characteristics and your personality. Yet before I was born, no one cared about me. All they were concerned about was the “situation”. I guess I was a victim of circumstances. I guess I never had a chance! Like father like son. Like mother like daughter. Like daughter like father, like son like mother. When do the cycle end, or should I ask why did it begin? It hurts to know I could’ve been remembered, If everyone, didn’t try so hard to forget me. They told me no hard feelings; because it’s not my fault no one loves me. Then who fault is it father? Why was I not remembered? Or did you too forget I was your blood? Now I question was I ever loved?