Second Best

Of course you don’t understand how it feels.

I’m loosing my mind

In a whirlwind of society’s perfect description of how to be.

They mold me,

Stretching and shaping,

Trying to force me into a mold of a person

I am not.

My voice is dimmed my the constant reminders of

You aren’t good enough.

 I come to you

With open arms.

Your acceptance is 

The focus of my mind,

when my mind focuses,

I reach out to you,

But instead grip the fingertips of sadness

Who swallows me whole,

Blinding me

From forever seeing the sunlight through my eyes.

Because to you,

I was only ever second best.