I'm not much of a poet but here it is.
I'm the overshadowed bush,
In a forest of trees,
The middle child,
In a family of three,
I'm the one whos been left on the shelf,
Dusty, Lonely, Forgotten, Left out
Transparent as glass,
Smeared with stains of regret,
For now,
They're a silhouette,
A shadow of themselves,
Life now gone,
Memory none shall forget,
I recognise,
Your time was now spent,
All I wonder,
Did you ever regret.
Me.
