I rarely follow anyone else.
I always stay behind.
Yet I tend to linger around those that I want to be with.
We become friends, we go on trips together…
But I’m always behind the group.
Then something happens.
Someone in the group fails to cooperate.
They leave the group.
Is this my chance?
Can I finally be with the group?
I’m with them, I pick them up.
I help them in their time of need.
Without me they’d be stuck.
They wouldn’t know what to do.
… They meet someone new.
They replace me.
I’m back at the back.
But even though they ignore me, I know they’ll need me again.
Because
I don't want to say I am belittling you,
I swear I am not in anyways saying you are no important than others,
you got to forgive on what limited words I say,
hear me out and read between the words that I got to spare,
I know I may not come off as the smartest around,
and whatever I say will likely hurt or even enrage you by unknown how its,
but I sear that I don't mean it,
like you I got thoughts I want to echo out and have others hear,
yet I know it is going to come across right,
and in some ways it will feel like an attack,
I sear I would never in ways straight out attack you,
I hear what you say but I don't want to feel like an idiotic ass
I am a spare piece.
I do not fit in and I do not belong. I am left out, stored away and forgotten...
Never needed,
Never wanted,
Never thought of.
I have no purpose...
If I just disappeared, no one will notice. No one will care...
I am... alone.