Many are chosen

But I am never the chosen one

I am never the first option

Always the second opinion

Perhaps I was not good enough.

In my school my friends were chosen

But I was never the chosen one

I had better marks than them

But the teacher chose them

Perhaps I was not good enough.

At home my siblings we chosen

But I was never the chosen one

I had good manners than them

But my parents always chose then

Perhaps I was not good enough.

I always felt like I am the second opinion

As I was never made to feel like first option

Everyone was chosen over me

So I came to conclusion

By saying “perhaps I was not good enough”.