I feel like the second best, yet again.
I am never someone's first option,
Because there will always be someone better than me.
You two are the dream.
You never seem to argue,
Always seem perfect together.
And then there's me.
The angriest one.
The most stubborn one.
The most competitive
Abrasive
Panicked.
I am the one out of the three of us
Who doesn't think before they speak.
I feel like leaving you two
But only so the friendship will finally be perfect.
You have so many inside jokes,
So many talents I lack,
So much happiness that I don't want to steal.
