Picked

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In the corner I wait alone
Unseen, unheard and heart unknown
In a world of love and pain
Pain is all known

Laughter fills the room
But in this place I'm just a spare
No hand extends, no voice calls for me,
I'm who they call when no one is near

With hopeful eyes, I watch them choose
Smiles get light but I stand still
Cause once again I didn't get picked

I wonder all the time if I'm enough
Or if I'm only a pawn in their game
I wonder once again what I'm doing wrong

I stand on the edge of their glee,
Hiding the ache that no one sees.
A constant question, a persistent thorn,
Unpicked, unchosen, feeling forlorn.

All this people around me
And yet not one wants to pick me
They pick and chose but as always, I'm just forgot

I watch as bonds form and ties grow strong,
Yet I remain on the outskirts, unheard in song.
Invisible to those who search for a friend,
I blend into shadows, reaching no end.

My heart so big ,with a lot of love to give.
And yet I'm still not picked

I do and say whatever they want
Just with the hope that they will like me more
I bend and mold, just to fit in
But still, I can't seem to be picked
The hollow echoes fill my chest, 
Is this all I am, only second best?

I give my all, yet still unseen, 
Lost in the spaces in between. 
The silence swallows up my cry, 
As I keep asking myself why.

Why can't they see the love I hold? 
Why must my heart remain so cold? 
I'm standing here, arms open wide, 
But they walk past, I'm pushed aside.

  I trace their laughter, watch them dance, 
While I stand still without a chance. 
The ache grows heavy, harder to bear, 
I wonder if they even care.

But still, I stay, I wait, and I try, 
To catch their glance, to meet their eye. 
Maybe one day, they'll turn and see, 
The hidden light that is inside of me.

I just want to be loved with the same intensity that i offer to everyone around me.
I long for warmth in an embrace,
A hug that tells me that I do have a place.
But until then, I stand alone,
Hoping for love I've never known.

I watch the days, blend in to nights,
but not one invitation ever arrives.
The silence grows, a steady hum.
The nights get colder and lonelier,
I whisper my hopes into their darkness, yet i'm still here all alone

The more I give, the less I get.
The more I live, the less I feel.
Just fleeting moments, passing fast,
And every moment just seems to break my heart.

I long for a deep connection, yet find only corners that call my name,
Their vibrant lives feel like distant calls.
In every place, I search for a sign,
But the shadows deepen, and hope starts to decline.

As people get joyful , I fade into gray,
A ghost in the earth , just passing the day.
With each unreturned smile, my heart grows heavy,
A weight of the silence, unyielding and steady.

I linger in moments, just so out of reach,
A lesson in pain that life didn't care to teach.
And though I pretend that I'll find my way,
The truth whispers softly, you never will.

So I gather my sorrows, a blanket for the night,
Wrapped in my solitude, hiding the light.
The love I offer feels lost in the air,
a longing that echoes, a burden I bear.

I just want someone to find me and to come tell me,  that I will get picked, but all I want is just a dream.
Somehow the universe will find me and then he will tell me , that I'm just not meant to be picked. I'm meant to be a tortured soul, with no one to love and with no one to love me.

A wanderer drifting through shadows and sighs,
Searching for warmth in a world full of lies.

And so I wait, in this endless life ,
Holding my heart, too fragile to show.
The whispers around me grow louder each night, Telling me loudly that love is not in sight.

Each passing moment, a reminder of pain,
A cycle of grief, a break on my will
I reach for the stars, but they melt through my hands,
A dreamer lost in such hard full lands.

So I linger in silence, a hidden light in a big abyss.
Hoping for warmth that keeps me from drifting away.
With every heartbeat, the darkness draws near,
A reminder that love is just not in the cards for me, that my dream to get picked i will never achieve.

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