#secondchoice
And if I'm your best friend,
out of all your friends, why am I the one you always fend?
I don't get it, it's always like this,
you act so annoyed with me but with other people you say being around them is bliss.
It hurts to see, you know?
it feels like a harsh blow,
to my attached heart cold and slow.
It's such a shame,
knowing that my name,
behind my back you talk,
at first finding out was a shock,
now it's just disappointment in the person that you've become,
which I know will soon make me feel numb.
So, why, if for you I am always there,
you reaching out first feels rare?
I miss you so much,
you, your words and your warm touch.
But if your other friends leave and you decide to come back,
my heart will finally crack,
and it won't even be the same again,
and I'll for long remember how you treated me back then.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
Come in late
You’ve already been replaced
Talk to your friends
Then get ignored
Walk to lunch
And sit all alone
Everybody thinks they’re in the right
Decided it’s the best
To leave you behind
They’ll forget you
Upon chaotic crowds and lines
Nobody notices you
Just wasting your time
Are you really my friend?
You don’t have to pretend.
I can leave
And never talk again
Feeling like an extra
Not needed here
What is my purpose?
My existence isn’t clear
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
When they talk
It’s an inside joke
“You wouldn’t understand”
They say while they giggle together
When you ask to hang out
There’s an excuse
“Sorry I’m busy”
They say while you watch them together
When they talk about a group chat
But you aren’t on it
“We must have forgotten”
They say while they keep texting each other
When they bring up memories
But you weren’t a part of them
“You must have been sick”
They say while they plan to hang out again without you
When they forget your birthday
But they’ve planned presents for each other’s
“I’ll bring your present tomorrow”
They say while they haven’t thought once about it
You are forgotten
You are left out
You are always the second choice-
death by a thousand dismissals
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Maybe I'm just,
Pretty enough to be "Flirted with",
But never considered for
"Something real"..
Pretty enough to be "Admired",
But never "Seen as the one"
Pretty enough to be "noticed",
But never "pursued passionately"
Pretty enough to be an "option",
But never the "only choice"
Pretty enough to be "wanted",
But never "worthy of commitment"
Pretty enough to be "liked"
But never enough"to be loved"
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
Im a daughters who never
Says anything to her family.
Who is never asked whether my heart is okay or not.
Even tho i want to tell everyone many things abt my hard days and still there are many things in my heart.
I heal my own wounds, I fight my insomnia, every night is filled with taers and overthinking.
But when the morning comes,
I fake my smile and laughter :/
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
You try your best, you really do-
To be the friend anyone can run to.
But, it seems you are just a spare,
And no one is there to care.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
I don't make out on the first date.
I don't ditch my friends for a guy.
And I definitely don't settle
for being someone's second choice.
I'm hard-to-get,
but once you've got me,
I'm all in.
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 2:18 AM UTC
Never go through
with being someone's
second choice
because for you to be second,
there had to have been a first.
And that first will always be out there,
somewhere.
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 2:16 AM UTC
“i’ll always choose him”
her voice rolled like thunder
the words struck me like lightning
the raindrops falling down my face
as i watch the wind carry my love away.
it becomes too much to bare
i become a storm cellar, attempting to lock my emotions away.
but the storm is too much,
my love for her consumes me like a surfer in the middle of a hurricane.
i don’t know how to control it.
like the waves my mind is slowly crashing
i’m scared, lost, and confused.
i’m in the middle of nowhere, yet i still scream for help.
somehow i see her and we lock eyes.
she becomes a tornado as she wraps me up,
only to leave me worse then when she found me.
for some reason i can’t convince myself to leave her.
i hold on to the fact that after every storm there’s still a rainbow.
i just wonder if it’ll be you.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
how come, you must rub it in my face.
about how happy you are with him.
the man I love.
you stole him.
gone.
and you feel the need to brag.
why?
how come, you get pleasure..
from making me feel small.
unwanted.
being second choice hurts enough,
without your words.
please.
go.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
tell me you don't need me
that way
i wont have second thoughts
on banging on your door
just to make sure
you're okay
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
She picked herself up and built her walls higher than ever before. But she added a door. A door that will either save her or **** her. Her heart is scared to trust but her gut is to confused to say anything. She is terrified but Inlove.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
You wore your top hat with authority
And glimmered like her priority
My madness slipped away in a dream
Similar to the hare's self esteem
You could make anything with that voice
The elegance was no longer my choice
As crowds near
Proposing nothing if not fear
You held out the rose for her
My flooded lungs became a blur
I'd carry the rabbit
Rid the torturous habit
Yet you chose to stay comfy in her web
I don't doubt how frail I'll be this Feb
The thorns could be seen from quite great length
I knew I was torn from malice and lacked the strength
Though your charm proved to cause such a fright
I wouldn't avoid your deathly bite
You'd despise me had you knew
Yet that only sprinkled my eyes a pretty black and blue
True, the cards may have fell in her favor
I just hope I don't make you regret that white rose you gave her
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
The fat friend
The ugly sister
The dumb classmate
The second choice
That depressed girl
The hated child
The *****
The ugly duckling
The girl that will
never be good enough..
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
a rose?
well that is something that i am not.
i am not admired by many
and adored by even more.
people do not gravitate towards me
because of my cliche aspect of beauty.
one does not view me as one of the most
d i v e r s e
signs of
beauty
love
or even grace.
both striking and beautiful,
she has many thorns and ******
that can cut you
and make you bleed.
me?
instead of all that,
i am a leaf.
ordinary, that i am.
and very much overlooked.
often ignored and underestimated.
your eyes do not adhere to my exclusive version
of beauty.
i can't hurt you,
or at least not as much.
i am not made up of thorns
that could easily nip you
and your fragile skin.
and even tho she,
rose,
has many ****** and thorns
that has ample enough chances to cut you,
you still choose it over me.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
You might tell your best friend about me,
But I forgot that
You might tell him about her more often.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Tired of being cast aside
As soon as someone better comes along.
Tired of feeling like nothing to you
When all I do is try to support you.
Why is it okay to make me feel
Like a complete waste of space?
Why is it okay to make me feel
Like I'm never good enough for anyone?
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
I find myself lost in the sad songs that speak about you and me. Sorry I didn't mean it like that. You made it clear that there is no you and me. No you and me means, you don't love me like I love you. God I ******* love you. I tell you that everyday. I could have you if I wanted, but you don't want me to try so I'm just here waiting. I'm here waiting to touch your lips again. I'm here waiting to call you mine for the first time. So I'll keep waiting, because you're worth it. Until then, you're hers not mine. She will never understand you like I will. Here I am listening the sad songs that speak of a you an me that is non-existent. The sad songs that speak of you and her that I wish were of you and me.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC