Fairy Tales

least favorite.

No-uh.

Don't you ever utter it ever again.

How you don't have a favourite someone.

Yeah I get it.

She's the Harry Potter here.

Everyone's favorite, the talk of the town.

Yeah I expected it too.

I expected every single thing.

I acknowledge it well.

So just shut the talk.

It ain't making it better.

I am the least favorites,

the least impose,

the dumbest, weakest,

the burden.

I get it all ok.

I am no one's favorite.

Yet I still am searching for the love.

Pathetic little shit.

I know how you all feel about me and that's why I kept behind that closed door.

Acting unbothered by the world but

I am listening,

I am watching

and I am understanding it.

That's why I shut you down

Because I don't want to keep reminding myself that I will never receive the same love.

I am tired of witnessing it all upon my eyes.

This is hard.

It hurts.

Yet you keep going on and on, mentioning it.

Always scratch that healing wound open.

Making it harder for me.

Just please,

Let me rest.

Let's not talk anymore.

I am tired.

I am hurted.

Of the reality,

that I will never be the chosen one.