Wasted Space

I'm an object never used, companionship I never taste.

I'm not the object of someone's desire, for people are too quick to judge with their hateful haste.

I'm left alone with my haunting thoughts; Ridiculed by demons that I'm left alone to face.

It's as if the universe lost me in a time where I'm never meant to be, because for me, there is no perfect place.

I just wish there was someone to want me for who I am, and for once show me compassion and grace.

I just want for someone to love me and to make me theirs, but instead I'm left alone...an object deemed wasted space.