I am the one,
who raises his hand first
but always get picked last

I am the one,
the one who tries to be part of something
but never did felt belong

I am the one,
the one who tries to stir away from arguments
but always gets blamed

I am the one,
the one who puts in effort the best way I can
but never appreciated

I am the one,
the one who thinks I've given my best
but still not enough for them to even say that "I'm trying"

I am the one,
the one who wants nothing but everything to be okay
but ends up framed as the reason for falling apart

I am the one,
the one who strives to be enough,
but always felt lacking through their eyes

I am the one,
the one they remember when everyone has forgotten them
but forgotten once they are good again.

I am the one,
the one who they say is always "lucky" for having them
but a "burden" to the ones who have me with them.