Waiting for a Choice

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When the teacher says we need to pair up,
I feel the knot tighten, threatening to erupt.
I speak to them all, I know their names,
But somehow, I’m never in their games.

I watch them laugh, finding their way,
Partnered up quick, as if in play.
I smile their way, hoping they’ll see,
But I know in my heart, they won’t choose me.

I stand alone, waiting, time ticks slow,
Hoping this time someone will show.
But it ends like it always has before,
I’ll be doing this alone once more.

It stings to watch them link and bond,
While I stand apart, forever beyond.
Just once, I wish with all my might,
To be someone’s first choice, to feel just right.

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