Youngest
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Brought up the first but always the last,
smiling widely as the days pass,
no one sees they are as fragile as glass.
For years they expected so much,
and yet their best wasnt enough
Forgoten, and left behind
No one near me to hear
I would scream and cry
But I was in the shadows
You couldn't see me
I was hiding
Right in plain sight
You walked over me
