Never the one meant to be,
I don’t understand how I’m seen.
Always indecisive around me,
have the people I’m with been.
I have been there when needed,
never because I was sought after.
This left my life impeded,
I didn’t know what to do thereafter.
I wonder if I exist,
to the ones that see me.
Or is that the twist,
to the tale that my life seems to be.