Always glanced over, overlooked, over seen

Longing for an empty shoulder in which they could lean

They stop so they can tie their shoe, in hopes their friends will wait

But of course deep down they know that is never the case

At home the same where they’re the sibling always second best

With D’s and F’s while their sister aces every test

They sleep at night wondering what the coming time will bring

Waiting for the day when they hear that fat lady sing

If this was a race, they would surely come in second

Not quite last so no one ever thinks they need to check in

Soon they’ll be appreciated for the greatness that they are

Until then everyone perceives them just as subpar