I am the fourth wheel on a tricycle
Or one of the inside tires on a semi
Completely blown  
Never effecting the load

Always alone
Surrounded by people who like it that way

I put entirely to much into friendships
All of myself
Worth as much as my convenience

This is normal?

I'm abnormal

I love people for the burdens they bring
Disregarding self-interest on a whim
A red tea cup standing in front of a bull in the china shop
Equal parts bravery and fragility
Born to break

They put me in armour twice my weight and send me to face the giant
To die second

Welp, **** it's coming for us all
Living and perishing in each breath
To tell the truth
It probably should be me

No superhero
No martyr
No sacrificial goat
The greatest common factor
A purpose

Long since out
If I'm neither coming nor going
I should probably disappear

Ghost runner tagged out stealing home
Gallops through the umpire
Arms stretched outwards toward victory
Winning the game!"