Playing favorites not something I enjoy.
For you see the favorite is never me.
not in school.
nor at home.
No one seems to even care.
When I am there.
So why do I try to always be.
This happy person is so not me.
To mature for them all.
To young to be.
I so need a hug.
To be someones favorite you see?
I want to be loved the most for once.
but not by all of them, they're a dunce.
Although I need to be loved by one of them.
For in all their hearts, beats a true gem.
Playing favorites is a game never I win.
for I seem to always sin.
Not mother, nor father.
Not lover not friend.
I will always come in second.
to the bitter end.
So I give up, and I give in.
I no longer play favorites to win.
