by Layla
Forgotten child that’s what I’ll be,
Or so they say some say I’ll be unburdened and free. “Realy is it true?”
“Go!” they shout “the forgotten child is you.”
Out I went to be forgotten once more,
To the forest, with the wild wolf and bore.
Even the monsters forgot me so it must be true.
“Never!” I shout “I won’t be forgotten, not like you!”