I'm not the first choice.

Nor the second.

Or the third.

I'm not the fastest.

Not the prettiest.

Neither the nicest or most smart.

I've never been the funniest.

I have never in my life made my parents proud.

My entire time being alive, it was always something.

She's too stupid alongside her ignorance.

She's oblivious and too loud.

She's quiet and insecure.

She is impatient and impaired.

She is worthless.

Disobedient.

Disrespectful.

Distempered.

Disqualified.

Dislikable.

Disowned.

Dissatisfactory.

Distasteful.

And Dispassionate.

No matter how hard I tried.

My B's were never good enough, my A's weren't noticed either.

My opinions were never well thought-out, they were always unimportant and expired.

My eyes were not see as relevant, I was nothing to them.

I have never been.

My whole fourteen years alive, I always wondered,  'when will they begin to love me, will they ever love me while im still living?'

I was always throw away and forgotten.

Forsaken and for Forbidden.

Alone and Anxious.

Always ambivalent.

Never ever enough.

I've never been enough.

I'll never be enough.

I'm a disappointment.

I am worthless.

Ariah Christman