The last thing on your mind

My presence goes unnoticed
When I'm around you
You smile but not at me
You talk but not to me
I come last to you
You don't want me there
You'd rather be with someone else
''Why does everyone treat me like this?'' I ask myself
''Is it because i'm boring?''
''Would you like me to make you laugh?''
''Would you like me more if I was funny?''
I'm left to wonder and ask myself pointless questions
But it doesn't matter
Because no matter how hard I try to change
I'll always be myself
I'm a disappoint me to be with
I know you're ashamed to even be associated with me
So I guess I should be lucky to have you
I should be lucky you stuck with me
And I should stop comparing myself to other people
But I wish I could be the one that goes first
For once
Instead of being the one that goes last