Farewell To The Old Me

I had my maths exam this morning and then I had to sit around in the library until my choir practice started at 3:30 p.m. I started off by finishing a long over-due personal project - reading Calvin & Hobbes. After that I was bored as anything so I sat down and read through a journal entry from two years ago. It's amazing how much I've changed just in the last two years and I decided that I had to put some part of that entry into a poem. Call it a present to my old self. Well, it's more along the lines of me recognizing the death of the old me. I really want to talk less about her. She's something I'm trying hard not to be. I don't ever want to be that way again. I think I've finally begun to move on to be who I really am. I have a few people to thank, but there is one main person. You know who you are. All I can say is thank you. (I'll hug you later...hehe.) Anyhoo, read and enjoy. As always comments and any suggestions for improvement are more than welcome.

Forgotten

Who will she be to him
After she's dead and gone?
Perhaps not even a page
In his book of life
Let alone half a chapter
Not a sentence of even a word
A full stop. Forgotten.

He might notice her - if she's lucky
And still she goes on
Adoring him in her quiet way
With words she paints pictures
Of dreams that won't come true
When she sings her songs
They're meant for him
But the emotion's caught
She bites back her tears. Forgotten.

Her ears perk up
At the sound of his steps
Her eyes follow his movement
And when he's out of view
Her heart stalks him
Howling its lament
But her lonely soul's cry
Falls on deaf ears. Forgotten.

She floats through corridors
Shadowy, silent, un-noticed
He's the one person she hoped
She could turn to for help
Even he doesn't see her
She's just another number
Another young person
Locked in the confines of uniformity
She's lost herself and no one cares. Forgotten.

She stands on the edge
Looks out over the world below
The view is magnificent
Even as people crawl around
Indistinguishable ants like her
A deep breath and the wind's rushing
Through her hair, and against her face
Sweeps the pain and takes her away. Forgotten.

As soon as it began
The wind ceases and it's over
Still - she lies there unmoving
Still - the people walk past
Still - just a shadow
Still - even as her passion flows red
Still - as it seeps into the pavement
Still - the broken body goes unseen
In the clouds. She watches. She cries. Still. Forgotten.