Third Best

Everyone’s heard the line of being second best My scenario is different; I’m third in this contest The contest of affection from our parents as we grew Competition of siblings; conclusion too painful to pursue The winner hands down is the youngest child residing in this roost No responsibility for his actions, yet an approving constant boost Baby and cherish him, for he’s the focus of this competitive scene Always taking whatever he wants, a daily addictive routine Second place is the oldest; the perfect child he’s portrayed An empathetic serene individual, a respectful triumphant crusade By no means doing any wrongs; his mind completely in tact A confidant rational being; always causing the most immaculate impact Coming in last; the loser is here with problems too many to bare The third best child, invisibly seen; always in constant despair I love being the loser if that’s what you ultimately see in me to be For I know the contest was already judged, long before you recognized me © Stacy Lynn Stiles