And I wondered what it was like,
To be chosen!
I was never chosen,
I was a maybe, probably
Sometimes even a definitely,
But never the one
Never the chosen one.
As I grew up I realised the mistake I had made was to wait to be chosen,
By him or by her or by them.
I wasn’t even choosing myself so why would anyone choose me?
So now I simply don’t wait,
I don’t wait for a boy to notice me and I don’t wait for a girl to choose me,
I CHOOSE MYSELF