Second Best

Always a bride's maid never a bride, whatever you want to call it, silver is my favorite colour apperently...

If you have ever seen my room, you will notice a bunch of medals on my wall. About 20 or so. And if you also look closely you will also notice that there is a pre-dominate colour skeme to these medals. Almost every single one, save two (a bronze and a gold), are silver. All the ones that matter are all silver. And if you really know me, know my life and how it has progressed, if thats what you want to call it, I have always been number two. In anything i care about. When it came to friends, I was the guy who hooked you up with my best friend. I was the guy you came to if you wanted to know his number or what he thought of you. And the cruelest trick of all was that most times it was someone I knew was going to get hurt. So I told them, but they were blind. Thats another thing I have noticed when I look back, most people (by most i mean all) never see the person right in front of them who happens to care for them the most. They are always second best, second rate, not needed. And that just about sums up what I have always been through. The person I care for so much, only wants to know what I think of the asshole she likes. Yes I am bitter, but thats life. I am a poor loser, I hate losing with a pashion. And it's all I do, and thats why I despise life. I live with it, cuz if you don't, you don't even place. You get dead last, and that is always worse then second. It feels better cuz you can only go up. But when you are second best, second rate, chances are if you don't stay where you are, the only way is down. And thats the way me and my sorry excuse for a life has been heading, ever since I lost the biggest game of all... you.