Missed Again

Missed Again

I’m one of those people the world passes by
who can stand in a room, but not be there.
Sometimes asked “Where have you been?”
Knowing they don’t really care.

The dress I wanted, never quite fits,
shoes, they don’t have my size.
competitions I hopefully enter,
knowing I won’t win a prize.

The sports car I long for, finances won’t reach,
same as the holidays on a faraway beach.
The phone never rings, no letters arrive,
no one knows if I’m dead or alive.

The man I wan’t doesn’t want me,
the look on his face is plain to see,
there’s something missing, what can it be?
I’m like a locked cupboard without a key.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,
no first class tickets do I get to ride,
I never get found when told to hide
and never a best friend close to my side.

But at last, I’m here, on the final page,
and it’s not a moment too soon.
As I promise myself that never again,
Will I read a MILLS and BOONE ..