The Lost Things

We are the lost things.
The things that people never looked for,
Or cared enough to find.
We are left behind in the dust of the world.

We have no destination or drive
Of our own.
Only memories of when we belonged to each other.

Missing from the fabric of everyday society
And forgotten by the ones who loved us most.
Or so we all thought.

The dolls you played with when you were young,
Gone from your mind and from your heart.

We are the lost things,
Misfits of the mind.
Living in a transparent reality
Thinking that we’ll be found.

Our long road leads to loneliness
We find solace in nothing.
We can’t even depend on ourselves.

Trust diminished
Hindsight impaired.
Filled to the brim with hate.

Souls to walk the Earth,
Grounded by our own insecurities.
Overlooked by those who matter.

We are the lost things.
And we are angry.