Do

you know what its like to be pushed to the end of the line?
To be shoved to always being an option.
To be told so many great things, yet none of them ever seem to hold true.

Do you know how much it hurts knowing that no one has me as a number one?
Do you know what its like to be left in the dark waiting for someone to turn the light switch on, waiting for someone to hear you screaming even as faintly as it may be?
Do you know how it feels to feel wrong about feeling this way?
What it feels like to be called paranoid?
To know it's sort of true?

I scream.
Yet no one hears me.
If I'm so great, then why the fuck can't someone fucking hear me.

That's right, not all is as it seems.
The sad part is that I did try to talk to someone about it,
what did they do?
Ignored me.
Whether they did it on purpose or not, something was clearly much more of a priority than me trying to explain something. As it always is.

"A tango was not meant for three."