It's not the rejection that hurts
I mean it stings
But I'm used to it
It's the fact that I've never been good enough
The second best sister
The second best friend
The second best choice
No one sees me as anything first
I'm second at best
I'm the second best
I just want to be good enough
I want to be seen as the best
Best friend
Best choice
Best partner
But I'm not worth what I wish I was
I'm not worth anything, am I?
I'm just
Second
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Poems
Poetryemo poems these are poems I write, but don't have the balls to share. therefore, they go on wattpad. fun.
