I am the extra wheel, the third wheel in every story.
I am the spare buttons on their shirt,
The unwanted wrapper discarded without thought.
I am the seat untaken, the word unsaid, the rhythm unheard.
I am the black sheep.
Why am I always unwanted, undesired, ignored?
To them,
Am I just an empty bridge leading to nowhere?
Am I the book they never opened?
Am I the extra note in their perfect chord?
No one asks if I want to stay,
Nor cares if I fade away.
Not the first choice, not the priority,
Not the first thought, not the call.
Not the one they’d notice at all.
Not the hand they’d reach to hold,
Not the story they’d ever tell.
Yet I remain, silent and unseen
Maybe one day, I’ll find a way
To be the one they ask to stay.
But until then, I linger, waiting, still
Forever unwanted,
Forever the third wheel.
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The Sadness With The Light Of Hope
PoesiaPoetry book explaining the sad feelings and emotions experienced by people. Provide a deeper understanding in certain things.
