Forgotten

I guess it's really easy

to forget about me.

My friends

seem to not remember

that I even exist.

I know nothing about

all the fun they've had

and I find out when they're done.

I'm forgettable,

expendable,

replaceable.

I'm ignored,

forgotten,

left out.

And I pretend not to care,

but I do.

Surprised?

You shouldn't be.

I'm human too.

--z.w.