Second Best
How does it feel
to live in the shadow
of a ghost,
a memory,
a period that has long since past?
How does it feel
to know that you can never measure up
and that whatever you do
would always be considered second best?
How does it feel
to know you’ll never be good enough,
you’ll never be proficient enough,
you’ll never be innovative enough,
and you’ll never be loved like she was?
How does it feel
to know that
you’ll always be an inferior imitation?
Editor: Shannon Hensley
