I’ve always wondered,
why they like her better.
I always agree,
even when they storm of
or yell at me.
She slaps you,
but you still hate me.
She’s older.
She’s cooler.
She’s better than me.
I’m just depressed and never say anything.
I get it I’m introverted, but I try for you.
But it’ll never matter because she’s just cool.
She goes on her phone,
while I do everything you say.
I play your stupid games,
while she laughs and I get blamed.
I’m still in the shadows,
forgotten.
The 2nd one seen.
The one always picked after she never agrees.
You’ve all never liked me .
I have other friends, which makes you yell at me.
But she brings hers over, and she’s still better than me.
I listen to you vent.
Only for you to yell you hate me.
I follow you around,
all so you can say I hate you and leave me stranded looking like a leach.
I say yes to everything you ask,
but I still never do anything for you.
All this (my) hypocrisy kills me.
Every time you see her you fight,
but you forget by next time.
So you of course like her better every night.
The moment I leave your already all over her.
And sometimes I just blink and your gone.
I was to slow, it’s all happening to soon.
You can be mad at her for something,
but not care and forget about me the next second.
But sometimes I get why they like her better.
Shes nice at the end of the day,
And more fun to have play.
She knows how to act.
While I am just cracking like an old back.
I like her better to.
So I can’t really blame any of you.
And deep down I know it’s my fault.
I’m not as loud or funny.
Not as pretty or bubbly.
Im not the victim, just the civilian.
I should have been better.
I should have always listened.
I guess I’m just the 2nd option.