Un-owned

I have never been anybody’s person.

I am the designated afterthought

And the other option.

I can’t really complain because

I am loved and I know that I am loved.

But just once, I want to be the favorite.

Their number one instead of the backup.

I’m tired of being the second choice.

In the end there will always be

The better friend. The better sister.

The better daughter. The better grand-daughter.

And I can’t even blame them

Because I wouldn’t choose me either.