Never Chosen

Always the artist never the muse 

Always the empath just being used 

Always the epigraph never the full novel

I am the poet what if I want to be the poem

I’m just always the friend who is stuck inside their own head 

I give the second chances but never see them returned 

The one they'll ask for advice then never speak another word 

Always the one waiting, showing up to empty rooms

Always seeing people as sunsets when to them I'm just another afternoon

Born to be the love interest but forced to be just the friend

Born to be that happy ending forced to just be the end 

Always the writer never being heard  

Born to be the subject forced to be behind the scene 

Born to understand forced to ask what in the world do you mean

Always the heartbroken how is that fair tell me

Why don’t I feel like me unless your looking at me

Born to be thoughtful but always asking others why weren't you there 

I’m the one left hanging on

Born to be calm but forced to be anxious instead 

These crazy thoughts running around in my head

Never the slow love just the girl that they wanted into their bed 

The understanding one, never the understood

They look at me without seeing who I am

Born to believe in love forced to wonder how I still could

I’m always the one left without connection oh I’m never truly chosen

I’ll tear my heart and bare myself to to this world

I’m left with the longing

left wanting, needing something more

One day I pray I’ll find the place I’m looking for