Do you know what it's like to be second best
To be made to feel a spare part or simply a pest
When you're considered a second or sometimes a third
That unpopular feeling that's quite absurd
All the promises that don't unfold
I wish it was me that was made of gold
I'm that hard centred chocolate that's full of nuts
That's left in the box with its lid tightly shut
I'm the one thats dropped at the drop of a hat
I often wondered why you do that
I sit and wait for hours on end
Is this what it's really like to have a friend
Even the dog gets more strokes than me
I'm treated like an unwanted flee
It's like I'm that bad smell in the room
As if I'm a bringer of doom and gloom
I'm always here when you feel you need me
Like a love sick puppy you know I always will be
But to make a difference you need to make a change
You probably don't even notice how I'm feeling rather strange
Well I have something to say
You can meet your friend for coffee every single day
I'm fed up of feeling second best
I want to feel wanted like the rest
But I know that can never be
So I guess it will just have to be me
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Thanks for sharing GRANGE ~ Most of us go through a phase of being SECOND BEST and it' not easy. It explains why some athletes are up set at receiving an Olynpic SILVER MEDAL and not a GOLD. Hope things will change and you will soon become NUMERO UNO again ! Yours BRIAN
And last to be picked for the softball team. Liked it a lot.
Great write
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