I was never the first to anyone. Never the favorite. Never the beloved. I was always who they chose when they ran out of ideas. When they need a scapegoat. Or when they need a safety net. That was me.

No one would willingly choose me. And I don't understand why. Am I lacking in anything? Do I need to do something before you choose me? Tell me.

I've always wondered: why does no one want me? I can never be the first one my parents love, I'm the last they concieved. I also can't be the one people love, and I don't understand. I've done everything you wanted, yet still you choose someone else.

Can I ever not be the second choice?