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The Girl No One Wanted
A Poem
my gaze peeks out through a lens
and the glass is cracked in spider-web lines
because i never could be what anyone would ever want.
they watched me languishing and did nothing,
and i became a girl composed of only words connecting
with nothing to give the time or place of what i tried to manifest.
i treated every day like it was a game of the senses,
but that approach never really worked for me much at all
since at the end of the day i always walked home alone anyway.
twining hands together, easing into a joyful complacency —
oh, those were images for better kinds of beings
who had made the effort all that time.
what did i think i deserved from a cold and helpless world,
the kind that never comforted or dried your tears,
the kind that left you to rot in the gutter?
and perhaps it’s wrong for me to try and compare
from this lonely corner i inhabit at parties,
but i’ve never been the joyous type.
