Growing up I was always second choice Somehow friendly with everyone But on the outskirts of the group Always a second choice in friends
Always the one who would be there When plans were being formed Or talked about how great a weekend was Or the exciting trip coming up
But I was never invited I laughed and joked with them Staring from the outside in
Maybe that's why when I left highschool I only talked with a few people Or when I left college, those friends were Already gone, and most of college's as well
When social media consumes our lives And I get to see what my "friends" are doing They came to my area, right around the corner But only silence on my phone
Maybe that's why I missed college nights Because though I was second choice Enough was going on when I would be there To see partly how the party and fun was
It was easier pushing down the feeling of second choice then, instead of consuming me now