We are the voiceless and the forgotten. We are invisible, on and on no one knows we‘re in. On and on no one worries now. Forgotten from the history books, we‘re denied social recognition so that we must fit in. Understate and minimize our pain, and hide that we‘re underdogs. Society seems so fair and quiet if you disclaim social struggles. If you use euphemism to blind yourself and give reason to the ones you see, the ones you hear. The ones who‘ll be remembered. Voiceless. Speechless. Breathless.