Left Out
By Foxstep
I admit: It hurts. Hurts to know you aren't valued as much as you think you deserve to be. I know. I know that very well. I would be as happy as I can - not for me, but for others. I would give for them, I would choose them always.
But then the cold hard truth weighed down on me. They wouldn't choose me. I did matter to them but not enough. Others mattered to them more; I can see them choosing the others over me.
I denied this long, long enough until my heart couldn't take it anymore. I can almost imagine myself in a place with so many which of whom I care about, and everyone is given a chance to choose, choose one they valued most. And in the last, I would be the one left over - the unwanted. I see those guilty faces, pitying me as I lifted my head in "shame". And I had to admit it hurt.
To love and not be loved in return. To be left out.
I am Stemcloud, and this is my story.