Forgotten

I moved, and now it's like everyone back at home has forgotten about me.

I moved. That was the beginning of my trouble.

When I got to my new school,

I was that girl with nice hair.

It took me weeks to work up to what I am now.

A cool kid. Wanted, Belonging to somewhere.

All my friends from home, they told me to keep in touch.

But I try, but they ignore it.

I leave messages.

Week, after week, after week.

And I get none in return.

I am forgotten.

Reviews

[Moth Phoenix]

awwwwwww!!!
Last few lines are sad =[
I know that feeling though...
great poem Allison :D

[Coyote Poetry]

It is hard to move to a new school. Meeting new people and starting over. I would still stay in contact if possible. New world is better then my world was. We didn't have computers to keep in touch. A well written poem with a sad ending.
Coyote