i just want to be the me that is on the inside.
i'm so tired of being someone's plaything
or after thought.
I have so much love for those people
that make me second best.
put me second choice.
i refuse to be the thing that you do
just because you want to do it.
i refuse to put my heart so out in the open
so you can just walk by and demolish it,
without a second look.
maybe that's where i become first
when its time to throw things away.
when my particulars don't match your decor.
i'm like that mis-matched sock in the back
of your drawer.
and without my beloved second thought,