Super old poem?

So, I was going through my writing tag on my blog (since I just switched themes) and I came across this poem that I do not recall writing, but apparently wrote about two years ago? I really like it, so I'm going to post it here.

Quote :

Why am I always the last one there? I’m always the last one to know. In the end, I’ll be standing there, and you’ll be saying that it was just all for show.

Why am I always running behind? Why am I always the last? I can’t ever be certain that someone is there, it just seems the dye has been cast.

Why am I always the one who’s forgotten - the one who is all alone? I feel like I’ll never have someone who makes me feel like I am right at home.

Why is it that I’m always the one who ends up left behind? I don’t understand why no one wants me, I’ve always tried to be kind.

I don’t understand it, I try not to feel. I know that it’s not only me.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I don’t understand, why can’t someone just please set me free?

Not necessarily looking for critique since it's so old, but I would love to hear your thoughts anyways! owo