My thumping heart resonates my whole body, as i scramble for the breathes that do not contain enough oxygen. Jagged hooks are pulling the insides of my throat towards my churning stomach. I stare at my computer screen and concentrate. Breathe in. Breathe out. Its all I can do too stop myself from jumping up and running from the room. it's all I can do to stop those tears from streaming from my eyes. To you I'm strong. I'm happy. My tears they will give away my guise. Traitors.
Thoughts of always being second choice. The consolation prize. The one who will make do because that one they really wanted wasn't interested. I want to be positive. I want to hope that one day I will the one who could possibly be someone's number one. But if the past is representative of the future, I will never make first place
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