How does it feel 

To be the last option, the last choice, the last alternative? 

I'll tell you. 

To be the last choice is

to be the one that comes as an afterthought, 

To be the last choice is

to be the first one thrown off the boat when there is a need for sacrifice, 

To be the last choice is

To be needed when presence is the only thing they seek for. 

To be the last choice is

To not be a choice at all

But just another backpedal, just another shadow dancing along the wall,

In hopes that someone, anyone will realize that once you turn off the light 

They ultimately kill the smallest glint of hope you had left

To be chosen.

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