Second Rate

Second rate

When J******** got an ipod, I got a
crappy twenty dollar mp3 player.
When J******** got a new phone, I got
her old one with the cracked screen.
Most of my clothes, were once hers.
Most of my things, were once hers.
I'll always be in her shadow.
Never as nice.
Never as pretty.
Never as smart.
Never as popular.
I'll never bring home straight A's.
Or a group of laughing friends.
I'll never be as good.
I'll always be second rate.

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