The Best

Everyone always talk about it.
Wanting the best, 
that one person who stands out.

The person who is best suited
for you.

The one you should be with,
the one you fight for,
the one you would do anything for.

Yet, I look at myself
through a microscope,
and honestly, can't say
I would be anyone's best.

I'm not the type who sees women,
doing anything for,
not even a notice.

Looking beyond me,
pass over,
or even flatly ignored.

It becomes tiring,
and depressing.

To feel as if I do not
even exist to the outside
world.

I do not belong,
nor should I be
part of the social world.

Yet, I still yearn to be wanted,
to even be labeled.
To be someone's best.

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I wrote a poetic reply, couldn't help it...most recent poem on my profile, forgot it's been so long since I used this one