To be chosen.
That's all I wish for — to be someone's first choice.
I watch from afar, lost in a sea of the bittersweet feeling
As others are always chosen first, but never me,
And I wonder why I can never be someone's first choice –
A silent observer in the sea, longing to be,
Longing to find a place where I could belong.
Always the option but never a choice,
Lingering in the shadows, quiet, and unseen,
Hoping for someone to notice the light within me.
Each day I wonder if I'll ever be seen,
If someone will notice the ache in my heart,
Or if I'll remain a whisper, echoing in the silence,
Longing, forever waiting, for the moment I can finally belong.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS – Teenager: In Writing.
Comments
Loved the rhythm in this piece. I especially love the choice of words and the idea that a whisper can echo. There is a loneliness to it and I can feel the emotion of wanting to belong. Would love to read more from you :)
Thank you so much! It really means a lot to me. I’m becoming more confident in sharing my poems, even though I used to worry about negative feedback. I’m excited to post more of my poetry.
You absolutely should keep sharing! Negative feedback happens, but what matters is that you keep writing and improving :)
It all starts with putting yourself out there kid
Also, come to think of it, can't you just choose yourself?
I mean yes but sometimes it doesn't feel like you are enough for yourself you know?
Having that person who will choose you to be their number 1 is a feeling that everyone craves in a way but all due in time.
Yeah, I know that feeling. I try to combat me not being enough with self-love lol, though that rarely actually works. The thing about being chosen is that it's not permanent, from my experience, so it's kind of like a losing game unfortunately
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