Not being someone who others choose to be theirs
Isn't the worst part of it all
It is tough, true, but it is also possible to hide it beneath
Other kinds of love and wanting and needing
But to witness that game of noticing someone
Falling for them and fighting for them
That awful mating ritual us humans engage in
Watching everyone around you be a part of it
Falling for people, having people fall for them
All while you sit there, a mere observer,
Audience
But never participant
That, to me, is the toughest
