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