The "and's" and "but's" of the world

I am wallpaper,

Accenting the furniture that actually gets touched.

I am the vase,

Holding the flowers everyone marvels at.

I am an the “ands” and “thes” of the world,

Always there but never looked at until the adjectives, nouns, and verbs are taken out of the picture.

I am the pinky finger,

Always next to the ring finger but never there.

I am the alcohol,

That one drinks when “love” didn’t work out.

I am the raisons of the trail mix,

Only eaten when everything else is gone, and people are hungry.

I am alone,

Sitting here in my bed, wishing I was the girl people saw first.

I am praying,

That maybe I can feel that love again for someone.

I am hoping,

That I am not a second thought to everyone who meets me, I’m not the fall back, or the rebound.

I am crying,

Because I don’t know how to be that girl.

I am not that girl,

That attracts attention that commands a room, which pulls at men’s thoughts.