Alone again. Forgotten.
I was never part of a ‘them’ or a ‘we’.
I was the unwanted toy that wasn’t part of the Christmas time rush. Stuck on the top shelf collecting dust, with the threat of a bright orange reduced sticker looming in my future.
Why was I never asked if I wanted to come? Why was I never chosen?
Countless nights of tears had been shed over these pondering wonders.
Maybe I just wasn’t good enough.
I didn’t fit the ideal picture of what perfection was. I was the bright spark in a pastel peach setting.
I didn’t fit in.
I was the odd one out.
There but forgettable.
One day I would be loved the way that I deserved to be. One day I would be someone’s number one. I would be the prize.