Afterthought

I guess I’ve always felt like an afterthought.  Good enough to be included if I’m the one making the effort, but otherwise completely forgotten.

Perhaps I’m too needy.  An emotional vampire who takes and takes until there’s nothing left but a dried out husk.

I’m good for the grunt work, remembering birthdays, making others feel special, but when it comes down to little old me.

I’m nothing. A nobody.