The forgotten

People have different classifications
And so are divided into factions

Some are good and others ill
Some grow bad they hurt and steal

There are those that are brave and are just
By they make mistakes, they fall into temptation by greed and lust

They say their only human so they're not to blame
and continue in their sin and arrogance for greed and fame

Some others live life like a game
They're neither good or bad to them it's all the same

They cheat and give to all who have lost
They have a conscience but kick it to the dust

But they are a chosen few who remain quiet
They don't talk much, their mouths on a diet

They're always teased and mocked to the bone
But they don't complain and disappear into the under tone

Their thoughts and ideas can change the world but people think its stupid
It's a shame people can't understand genius as a matter of fact it's tragic

Cause these people don't die and their bodies are never rotten
They simply disappear and so they are called the forgotten