Some one

Some people learn to forget. Others learn to forget what they learn the second they step one foot out the door. 
We always are forgetful to stop and admire the rain on the lonely roses. Loneliness cascades in cold darkness, we may not understand. Just the same as the sad song playing on the radio.
Often humans are afraid of the understanding of the unknown so we flea as much taboo subjects there are.
No one asks for my opinion so I try to forget the loneliness creeping into my degrading soul.
I am not sad. Not like I use to be. But I am not exactly happy. Especially with who I am.
Maybe that's how it is suppose to be 
Maybe that's how it's suppose to be
but let me tell you no one is forgotten
Not you. No anyone.