Second Best

Second’s the best and first is the worst I think that line is a comeback For people who couldn’t reach the pack Not first like they wanted But second, so they flaunt it They rant and rave because they are sore losers When everyone know beggars can't be choosers They blame other people for their mistake Instead of putting the blame on their own sake I am one of these people, these second best They are upon the steeple while I lay among the rest I blame my family, especially my mother, Who does her things out of love not bother? I yell and I cry because of what I believe And until I see proof no other idea will I conceive But most of all I question my soul Can I do this? How will this roll? Is this what I want? Can I do it? Do I even deserve the worthy bit? How can second best ever become the best, When she’s always in the shadows?