Always second best

Time dissipated into the night
Love thinning fast in the fight
Hopes of a mirror image
This story nearly finished
Never acing your test
Always being second best
Mothers swooping in
Toast
My second glass of gin
Sipping all my fears
no one ever hears
Slowing fading in the distance
No more immature resistance
Maybe one day you'll see
Everything I can be
But now I'm locked away
So you don't have to stay
Your mom has open arms
She beat me with her charms
Every action sounds alarms ,
Forever causing harm

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Comments
Love it!
Love you poem but I just want to say, you are NOT second best, you are just too good for him. As for the test? You were just practising x