i feel as though
all i am is a second choice.
im never good enough,
and am never able to give my voice.
they just yell,
and scream,
and curse.
then tell me how the other one
is so much better than the first.
i am the first.
it started on what feels like a long while back.
now,
all i am is the one,
the one who with a heart split in two, with a giant crack.
they caused it,
but i am too sensitive to say,
to say how much I still hurt.
i now feel as though,
my light is burnt.
i am tired.
i am hurt.
i will not give my voice,
for all i am,
is a second choice.