Second place

was this all a trick simply another cruel joke these thoughts they make me sick and on my words i choke I cannot imagine a life without these feelings inside me it's as if i slipped and fell on a knife the pain sharp as it could ever be relax you say breathe with a steady pace it does not matter, at the end of the day I will be no better than second place never good enough for you laughing at my own lack of sense with me what would you ever do the boy who is forever tense the boy who wants you to be smiling who will gladly suffer pain whose emotions just keep piling but no more of your feelings will he gain