Chosen one🌹
I always yearned to be the chosen one.
The favorite one.
The liked & accepted one.
But I always found myself being treated like I was 'no one'.
Never felt too welcomed in rooms I've stepped in.
Never felt too embraced in arms I was held in.
Never felt too heard in conversations I tried to participate in.
Never felt too included from the people I associated with.
Always felt left out.
Always was counted out.
And if I was considered as an option, there was doubt.
I always yearned to be the chosen one.
The favorite one.
The liked & accepted one.
But I always found myself being treated like I was 'no one.'
I wanted to be someone.
I wanted to be the chosen one.
And I was hardly ever chosen.
When I would it always felt like a miracle that I hoped for ever since I was little.
It's rare to happen.
Yet somehow, I understand.
I always yearned to be the chosen one.
The favorite one.
The liked & accepted one.
But I always found myself being treated like I was 'no one'.
But I wanted to be someone!
I wanted to be the chosen one.
For once! -J.S.
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