Sideline Questions - Poem by Jennifer Ottinger
To you, I am nothing but invisible,
And not more than a syllable.
You are nothing but a headache,
Causing my butterfly heartaches.
Am I not worth a chance?
Even for one dance?
I didnâ€™t ask for anything more,
Though you did leave me poor.
It was a simple question,
Just to give me satisfaction.
Is there something dislikable about me?
Something you donâ€™t want to see?
I canâ€™t change that easily,
So accept me for who I can be.
I must be some huge joke,
Just for you to poke.
So where is my answer?
I donâ€™t want to banter.
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