I wonder where my place is now
where in this family I fit in,
when does acceptance come for me
when does the love begin?

I wonder where I would be
had I graced another tree,
another family's golden girl
would this at last be me?

I've lost the place I once held
one mistake too many made
the small niche that I coveted
did slowly wane and fade.

I wonder would this family mine
mourn the passing of the rose
would they even understand
the meaning of my prose?

Too much wondering you say
too much guilt, too much pain?
Consider the life of the girl
who resides within disdain.

WhiteRose