POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Burden
I sit at on the edge of the table during lunch with my friends, constantly asking _wait, what happened_? _She said what_? _Can you say that again_?
I eventually stop tired of asking. Nobody catches me up, nobody fills me in, that's when I realize, nobody cares.
I think about my life, all my friends have a best friend. My parents have each other. Even my best friend in the world has a different best friend than me. How pathetic is that? Everybody has their list of people and I am dead last on those lists.
I spend the day quiet. Nobody asks if I am okay, nobody notices that I am more quiet than normal.
We split into group projects, my friend group gets together leaving me out.
“You understand right? You just understand this stuff so much better, we don't wanna hold you back”
I nod. I feel stupid, like a burden, embarrassed that I thought I was more important to everyone in my life. I go into the hall to work with my group, all the rest of the stragglers. I need to accept it. Nobody cares and I am completely alone.
You’re welcome ☺️💕✌🏼
Very well said, I’m part of the few who unfortunately understands 😢🌹🦋✌🏼
Thank you! I 100% understand the feeling as well