Tired of being the third wheel,

second best all the time.

I wanna be my own person,

have the courage to speak my mind.

It's not that I'm afraid

of what people think.

People just don't listen

whenever I try to speak.

It only makes them mad

when I complain,

"Why can't you just be happy?"

they always say.

Maybe if they just listened,

if they actually cared.

Instead of attacking me,

claws sharp, teeth bared.

So I remain silent,

my thoughts locked in my mind.

Searching for happiness,

so hard to find.

The End

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