POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

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

Insecure

Why am I always the one less desired?


The bile in my throat tastes of shame and I wonder why I’ve never been enough.


If I were enough for someone, surely I wouldn’t have been chosen last.


I’m lacking.


My missing pieces leave gaping jagged holes whose endless darkness swallows anything that comes near.


An unknowing passerby stumbles by and I think to myself, “maybe, just maybe, I’ve found one of those missing pieces.”


Until again the edges don’t match up and they stumble forward, leaving me behind again.


I cannot bring myself to blame those that stumble on without me.


I cannot fault them for claiming the luxury of choice before I’d ever even met her.


I must be better to be chosen.


If I cannot be better, I must be someone else.

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