behind the sofa sits a little girl curled up in a ball and crying everyone is home yet no one notices her missing she sits there often, no one notices as the child grows up she no longer fits behind the sofa so she finds other places to cry today she sits in her closet trying hold back her tears now as an adult she still sits alone and crys only she no longer has anyone to hide from she sits alone in her big empty house as the tears fall down and still no one stops to check on her no one asks how she is doing not her family, not her friends she is the forgotten child

forgotten child