"I hate being the second choice"
It's a cry in which I hear a lot
The people lined up as a replacement, rebound, backup if one messes up beforehand
But what about the ones without a line?
Nothing to wait for?
Nobody to wait for?
Nothing is mentioned about us
Not even a thought are we?
Forgotten perhaps?
We're not a choice
We're just there
Blank faces that will never feel the significance of one in line
The ones who are at the very least worthy of being seen
(this was not made with any intention of invalidate or compare anyones struggles whatsoever)
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Poetry (maybe??)
PoetryI just needed to dump my poetry attempts somewhere !! I'll put trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters, most of these are darker themes not all are even from my own personal experiences just a way to get my ideas out If anything is upsetting...
