Sideline Questions Poem by Jennifer Rose

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 didn’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 don’t want to see?
I can’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 don’t want to banter.