Forgotten kid.

I'm just another forgotten kid,
lost in the dark and afraid.
Not knowing where I'll end up,
ocean, underground, or even somewhere made up.

I've got to stand tall,
for people would love to see me fall.
I may have some breakdowns,
and some bumps and bruises.

But I bet you'd love to see those,
when I'm stuck in the cold with freezing toes.
I'm screaming for no one to hear,
while you are all drinking beer.

Druck as monkeys,
uncontrolable actions.
I'm stuck running into walls,
While you have a whip prepared for my every fall.

I'm always crying, only letting you see a smile.
While I'm feeling in denial.
Not having plans for my future set,
having feelings of no one there, not even a pet.

What do I do?
Where can I run away to?
What do I do while in need?
Not having anything to care and feed.

I need some answers,
for my times running out faster.
Needing friends there for me,
or I'll end up dead; unable to-breathe.

The world maybe happy without me.
If so have it be.
I'll be gone sometime,
being as quiet as a mime can be.