Where's My Place

Sometimes I wonder where's my place,

People so easily forget me and leave me,

I begin to think I'm unimportant, 

Immortal to never being someone's first priorty,

I always come last on the list of importants,

What ticks me off the most:

Is I care for these people,

love these people,

make them a first priorty.

And all I ever get in return 

is love with restrictions 

and caring with strings. 

They don't care for me.

They have no place for me.