When i was 15...

Alone I stand,
In tears I drown
My screams go unheard
just another soul pushed aside

I long to be comforted,
To be spoken to as an equal,
To be valued for who I am,
Not who I pretend to be,
Or who I should be.

Alive- but not
Loved- but not
Remembered - yet forgotten
As I walk down this dark road,
Called my life