Chosen What makes it so difficult for me to be chosen? To be loved. I give my all, I love wholeheartedly, yet somehow, I am always a maybe the one to be hidden like a thief, a secret lurking in the shadows, never quite worthy of the light. My heart cries for a love that perhaps doesn’t exist. From childhood, I was invisible the one everyone saw as strong, the one who could handle everything, the one who never seemed to need saving. But being strong all the time is exhausting.