Lonley Blue Eyes

Standing in line again,
no where to go
no where to run.
This is no fun.
I've been chosen last
once again,
it's like an on going
trend.
You see me as a
side dish,
picking me only
if you don't get
what you wish.
It's not easy being
me, don't you see?
I try so hard, but yet
don't get that far.
I cry out, but no ones
around,
no one can hear a sound.
Silent cries, appear from
my lonely cold blue eyes.
Once again I'm chosen last,
just wish i could go back
and change my past.
It's to late, again it
must be bad fate.