Invisible until needed

Why do I choose people who never choose me?
Do I seem so easy that they turn around and use me?
Why do they walk straight through me
like I’m barely even there?

Do I give myself away too soon?
Please—don’t use me anymore.
I’m tired of being needed
but never wanted.

I only belong when someone needs something.
I’m a shoulder to cry on,
but I never have
a shoulder of my own.

 I give people a place to go,

While I hold out for it back. 

Feel like i give everyone a home,

But I never have one for myself.