Second’s the best and first is the worst
I think that line is a comeback
For people who couldn’t reach the pack
Not first like they wanted
But second, so they flaunt it
They rant and rave because they are sore losers
When everyone know beggars can't be choosers
They blame other people for their mistake
Instead of putting the blame on their own sake
I am one of these people, these second best
They are upon the steeple while I lay among the rest
I blame my family, especially my mother,
Who does her things out of love not bother?
I yell and I cry because of what I believe
And until I see proof no other idea will I conceive
But most of all I question my soul
Can I do this? How will this roll?
Is this what I want? Can I do it?
Do I even deserve the worthy bit?
How can second best ever become the best,
When she’s always in the shadows?