it makes me mad

[acketh]

its behind
its everywhere
its in your face
close your eyes
everything word that comes out my mouth
gets completely ignored
all the advice i give
gets completely ignored
it kills every fiber of my being
that i'll never quite be good enough
that my opinion will just be secondary
it's so obvious that the promise keeps me here
i'm a painted picture and all the colors have disappeared
i try to step forward
but you push me eight steps back
i don't understand
how i'm so easily forgotten about
or how little i matter to those around me
when they mean the world
i try to hold strong for them
but it often feels the only time im useful is as broken

i guess i'll never matter
second best
second rated
just here when no one else is around

::i shoulda left when i was up,
i shoulda had enough sense to get up and leave this town::

i cant remember the last time a group of people (or two) has made me so incredibly worthless