POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.

Last I Am Picked

The last petal to be picked,

But I am shriveled of vitality

From the loss of attention

That waters my mortality.


Last I am picked

Out of pity.

Maybe I’d be chosen first

If only I was pretty.


This life of constant hope

That I could be first…

It’s exhausting

And utterly cursed.

Comments 4

Nicely written 💛

Thank you 🩷

I love this oh so much

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