I don't think I'm enough.
Not for you.
Not for me.
Not for them.
I'm never the first thought,
Always the second choice.
An after thought.
I stand and watch as they go to you first.
And they cry when it's my turn.
They run to you first,
As I stand with open arms.
They shine when talking to you,
And ignore my conversations.
They always talk about you,
But never ask about me.
They always play with you,
And whine when I try.
They always want you,
And cry when I want them.
You force them to spend time with me,
Which hurts me as that's the only way.
I just want to be included.
To be loved the way they love you.
I give them every part of me,
But I'm never enough.
Always left out.
