A Drop Of Sadness Poem by Bdoinkk Nguyen

Why is it that I'm always picked last?
Whether it'd be amongst friends or in teams,
Life always seemed better in my dreams.
The present appears to echo the past.
To this day, nothing has changed.
Call me silly, stupid or deranged,
But I'm sure that all of this is true.
I'm not making any stories, I'm telling you.

Do I have to sit on your lap?
Is self-respect not admired anymore?
I refuse to let loose a bra strap.
What do I do to have you hold me a door?

Am I disliked because I come off as too boring?
Am I disliked because I come off as too busy?
Am I disliked because I come off as too cocky?
Am I disliked because I come off as too unpleasant?

Why do you insist on my attendance,
If you're not after me?
What's with those signs?
Why send them if you can't be mine?

I know I can't write poetry,
The choppiness of this is annoying,
And I'm rambling about a problem,
Without some verses rhyming.
But I let it all out,
And I'm feeling better,
Even though we're not together.