POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Sorry
Been told to wait behind.
It hurts.
I wanna help I really do, but everytime I do, it's like all I do, is do it wrong.
I don't even know what I do wrong, it's just yelling, telling me that everythings going wrong and that all my efforts are equal to nothingness.
So one day it's, "just wait behind, I'll meet you when I'm done"
Then the next day it was the same.
Was I being punished for being punished?
What was happening?
Why is the world treating me this way?
And why does it hurt so bad?