This is the first time I have thought of myself as a forgotten person but it is so very, very true. Have you been looking through my mirror? The horrible, chronic loneliness, yes and it does bite you out of nowhere.

As a frog of little brain, I often sit as today and cry. Endless tears that have no purpose. In a few days I will have to paint the smile on my face and pretend I'm a part of the human race. But today, as so many in the past has been filled with tears.

Just another forgotten person.
You are not alone.

kebs