I don't know what else to call myself.

I'm always here when the falling out happens,
and then when its better,
I'm needed no longer.

At least I expected this all, just didn't think it would happen so soon.
And I wonder how long,
how many times
this will happen before I finally tell you
and get angry at you.

When will I get tired of being second best,
that old sweater that keeps getting thrown behind the hamper.
When you find it you're relieved, but when you find something new
its right back to where you found it.

I'm a lot of things,
but right now I'm okay
I'm okay with that.

And you know what?
I'm not really sad.
I'm okay,
I'm okay in my own head.
I'm okay in my own skin.