*shrug2*  guess not really a poem owell haha

i sit here and write stuff over and over,
always erasing.
always knowing,
that no matter what i say,
ill just be forgotten,
id forget myself too,
if i was someone else,
but maybe that is better in this world,
i bring nothing,
no happiness, no joy,
all i do is mess everything up,
but i have no right to complain,
my life was never hard,
maybe that why i cant seem to be remembered,
i have no story,
no character,
the last person who saw anything in me,
i pushed away,
why because i was afraid,
that i could be something greater then,
a mindless zombie just stumbling though life,
but atlast that is me,
just waiting to be forgot by another person today.