She was the slice of bread everyone skipped.
She was the park bench no one sat on.
She was a stale conversation.
She was the leftover Jello that was thrown away after two days because no one wanted it.
She was the last book on the shelf, not read by anyone.
She was the cloud that shielded the sun.
She was the last dog at the pound, too young and too old at the same time.
She felt under appreciated, unloved, misunderstood, hopeless, anxious for what was to come.
She just wanted to be wanted.
And happy.


**~~a.s.f.