Why do I always come second,
Am I not good enough?
Don't compete with your precious family.
Can't compete.

You married me.
Promised to love and care for me
No matter what.
But I come second.

Yes you mostly do
Put my needs above your own.
But it's like a hierarchy,
My status is almost unknown.

After everything I do for you
and everyone else,
What do I do?
Only time will tell.

I know it's hard,
Finding the balance of things.
You say your trying

But I don't know if you will.
Maybe I have to change,
And just accept things
How they are.

Maybe this is what I deserve,
Putting everyone before me,
Putting you above everyone,
Friends, family and myself.

I've already taught you
That I come second,
Unknowingly it's true.
I don't deserve to be put first.
Not by anyone,
Not even you.

But I'm afraid.
Afraid that the pressure
Might crack me
Till I'm completely broken.
I'm afraid there'll come a time,
That I'll have to walk away.