POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Last But Not Least
No matter what…
What I do,
What I say,
How I act,
How I am,
It always plays out the same way.
It’s never me.
Not in the end.
No matter how I love,
How much I try to be a friend.
Everything goes,
Everyone leaves in the end.
You’d think I’d be used to always being left,
But I can’t wrap my head around the fact…
That I’m always treated like that.
Why am I always treated like this?