Unwanted
Late at night, you can hear your parents fight,
as drunk as they were when you were conceived.
And they argue about your birth all night,
for you were not planned, and each feels deceived.
Your father says you're useless and don't try,
while your mother only wants to lay blame.
And you seldom lack a reason to cry,
feeling dejected and burdened by shame.
When you line up to get picked for a team,
you are always the last person that's left.
And it hurts so much; that you want to scream,
embarrassed that you're clumsy; not so deft.
Though you try to persevere undaunted,
you know how it feels; to be unwanted.
(Sonnet)
11/3/2015
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