POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
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People pick there teams
First friends and talents
Then others they talk with
Last of all there’s me
Only allowed because it’s required
Because they have to be inclusive
Otherwise I wouldn’t be picked
Left on the side lines
Even more alone
Fading into the background
Every time I hope for change
It never really comes
I feel so unreal
Like I’m a ghost
To prove that wrong I cut
The blood warm and reassuring
But even so no one cares
In their eyes I’m not there
So tonight I’ll disappear
Their worlds won’t change
They’ll be fine
And my pain will end
With a bottle of pills
And hope for the future
A better world beyond the sky