Jun 5, 2012

Last Pick

by Andrea Tadpole

I wish I was more than
Last pick
On your list

Wish you had
Unquenchable thirst
To be with me
Feel me
Just want to
Be first

We line up to
Choose teams
I'm passed over and over
Till no one is left

All alone
No one wants me
I am always
Last pick

You say that I'm
In my own
Unique way

So why do you
Throw me away
For someone prettier
Or new
Why can't you
Be true

I tell myself
I won't play the game
I will just
Walk away
I don't have to line up
To be left
All alone

Yet here I am
Standing alone
To be your
Last pick

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