Half Life
Not the parent they want.Not the parent she wants but she wants the other even
less.
Not the parent she wants, just the one she is stuck with
because the other works.
Not the partner he wants, just the one he thinks he
wants because he has wanted me for so long but
now that he has me i think he is realizing I am not
what he thought.
Its a charmed but sad life I lead.
Always the second choice.
Always the runner up.
Always having to be content to stand by and wait until
I am remembered or needed or wanted.
Sometimes it is a short wait and then I am thought of
because they know I am always there.
Sometimes the wait is long as I watch everyone be
happy while I stand on the sidelines , there but
unnoticed.
Half needed.
Half wanted.
Half remembered.
Welcome to my half life.
7/2020
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