i hate the number two.
it's what I've always been.
to everyone,
i'm just the second option.
number two.
behind my sister.
number two.
behind their other friend.
number two.
straight before lesbian.
in her eyes
i was the second choice.
right behind him.
the funny thing is,
the only time 2 has ever been good for me,
were those two pills.
i spent my whole life hating the number two.
but it only took two to end it.
