A Second Choice…

I hate the number 2…

Cause it’s what I always been. Since 2 grade I’ve walked behind a pair with joined arms I’ve sat alone in the back seat of a car.

I’ve been silenced during conversations with others

Well,

I would say for the first time…I would try again I figure third times a charm right?

I- and no one even glanced at my way I envy found family in books and tv-shows Because I’ve realized I could never form a friendship like that. Someone be willing to die for me? I can barely convince anyone to want to hang out.

So I form relationships with the characters in books I read books about friends and relationships in hopes one day it will happen to me and this voice in my head telling me I could never be enough.

I pretend my eyes don’t glow green whenever I see videos of friends doing everything together I want to be liked loved I want everyone to stop leaving.

I want to be seen.

I want to be heard.

And I want to be somebody’s world but that’s not realistic for a second choice.

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