I'm never anyone's favourite friend,
In the list of people they like I'm always at the end.
Always someone's second best,
When their favourite is around I'm treated like a pest.
No one ever asks to spend time with me,
It's always me making suggestions- being needy.
They'll treat me great when it's just us around,
But they soon get bored of me when someone better is to be found.
Every time someone calls me their second best,
It feels like a knife of betrayal being plunged in my chest.
But the worst thing about this suppressed pain,
Is if they wanted to be friends I'd take them back again...
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
