there is quite a bit of anger in knowing that I am second

in every relationship, every friendship

i win second place, every single time

is it anger or embarrassment? a mix

anger from the moment my eyes can recognize the loosen feelings in yours

embarrassment from the realization that our eyes have connected

this sick game, the only one I seem to lose

first, a place I would never come to know

second, a place I would never come to leave

In this body, my soul screams
A cry so deeply embedded in my chest my  veins run dry
Do the words exists? To describe a soul so taunted
A sick, dry, maddening feeling
A life to live, yet here I am
A screaming soul
Torn

So far I’m trying my best
and my best *****
It ***** that my effort will never amount to much
It ***** that I am destined to live a life of mediocracy, In a world of burning passion
It ***** that my heart beat so fast,  In a body of sinking spirits
So far I’m trying my best

I am not owned by any earthly person
A wonderer
A life without a way
I belong to no earthly person
A misfit
A woman with no way
I am an earthly person
A door wide open
A road longing to be used