It's Nice To Feel Unwanted

 

A young woman steps off the city bus

The world oblivious of her existence

She's no ordinary girl, she knows

But she's also not very special - she remembered

She strides along a broken path

As fleeting moments brush through her like the winter wind

"It's not to feel unwanted", she said, as she moves along with the crowd

She stops by a pastry shop

Watching everyone pick the prettiest things

It's human nature after all

To seek for the better, 

Leaving out all the burnt ones to be thrown away

"It's nice to feel unwanted," she said, as she moves along with the crowd

She stops by a park

A place where people stay to get away

She sees two old men playing chess toppling one pawn after another

They don't mean anything she realised

They are, after all, pieces of a game

Meant only to slow down the loss of the most important piece

"It's nice to feel unwanted," she said,

as she sits down and takes a deep breath.