Second fiddle, second rate
Left to swallow bitter fate
Wanting more, wanting praise
To have at least some glory days
Even friends seem not to see
The deeper longing inside me
And sorrow when I'm pushed aside
My disappointment I just hide.

Half a sentence uttered when
They interrupt me, cutting in
Didn't notice I was there
And moved along without a care
Thoughts of mine are questioned quick
As if my logic wouldn't stick
Wrong by default, why ask me
Never mind, just ignore me.