Always the last one to be picked on a team
So frustrating, I wanted to scream
Not pretty enough to be asked to the dance
Staring in the mirror, hoping my chance
Waiting for the phone to right so someone would ask
But as always, I was last
Don't understand what's wrong with me
I'm fun loving, my spirit free
Heartbroken friends not what they seem
Although they were never mean
I guess I was supposed to be alone
Many night I say by the phone
I've decided it's time to move on
Hoping for long term friendships is gone
I can't change the past this I know
What's done is done, need to let go
I think about that time in my life
Now I am a mother and a wife
It's helped me become who I am today
There's nothing left for me to say
Time to go forward and move on
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Ternic73 (
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Good for you! A loss for all those who didn't pick you on the team, or ask you to dance, as what you've become is better than them. This speaks to me and I expect will do to many more. Well done.
Thank you very much. Just thinking about the old days, and where I am now. I don't know if I am better than them but I think Im better than what I was.
Love this autobiographical poem Teresa it is gem ! The rhyming couplets and good meter give it a powerful rhythm & flow ~ which befits the long time span of the poem ! It would be good to divide it into three sextains (stanzas with six lines) and a final triplet (three line verse) which sums up the whole awesome poem ! Love You for being You ~ BRIAN. Please check my Poem ~ Hour Glass Figure ~ Thanks B.
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