They will never choose me.
I’ve finally accepted that truth.
Not because I am lacking,
but because what I carry was never meant to fit inside their vision.

They will never choose me,
and yet, I will not wither.
I will not beg.
I will not keep knocking on a door
that was never built to open for me.

I once thought their yes mattered.
I once thought their approval was the key.
But I’ve learned that the only yes I need
is the one I give to myself.

So let them keep their silence.
Let them keep their absence.
Let them stay comfortable overlooking what they do not understand.

Because I am no longer waiting.
I am no longer hoping.
I am no longer measuring my worth by their choice.

One day, perhaps, they will see what they passed by.
One day, they might wonder what it would have been like
to stand beside me.
But by then, I will be gone
not bitter, not broken,
but whole.

Because the truth is simple:
I was never meant to be chosen by them.
I was always meant to be chosen by me.