“Second choice”
I have been second choice my whole life,
A constant struggle, a never-ending strife.
Always an option, never a priority,
A feeling of neglect, of ambiguity.
I wonder how it would feel to be first,
To be the one that they choose, not coerced.
To be the center of their world, their heart,
To be loved and cherished, from the very start.
But maybe being second choice is a gift,
For it helps us to see, to sift,
Through the ones who truly care,
And those who only want to share.
So let us embrace our place in life,
And let our hearts be free from strife.
For we are worthy, no matter what they say,
And we will find our way, come what may.
-chaos in calmness.











