Why am I so hard to love?
Am I too big?
Am I too loud?
I can’t do any special tricks.
I’m just a person,
but it’s never good enough.
Other people find solace,
in each other’s love.
I am embraced and left behind,
to hold on to hope for another hug.
Am I too strange?
Am I too tall?
I wait on the sidelines,
hoping someone will let me join the team.
I’ve been waiting forever,
just to truly be seen.
I am always held accountable,
yet give people so many chances.
When I finally decide to say
don’t I deserve a little better?
I’m left out in the cold.
I’m tired of waiting with open arms.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Comments (5)
This hit me strangely in the same way that viral spider poem hit (Ten Legs, Eight Broken). You've created a deeply moving, sad poem that I think lots of people can relate to. Beautifully done!
Gosh this hit me so hard because it was so relatable. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
As always so beautiful and so heartbreaking. You are worthy of the best.
Amazing piece!
lovely work as Always :)