never enough

something i wrote in thought of my best friend when she's around her boyfriend.

always second best, ignored, shutout...
always stepped around, not on, but still just as painful.
i see you and you're crying.
you see him and it never happened.
i don't want to be listed, numbered, or catergorized.
i just want you to see me.
not the act i put on everyday, but me.
but...strangely i can see it no other way.
i don't want to be number 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 or even 50.
i want you to see me and stop hiding.
i want you to smile and mean it.
i want you to feel better when i'm near you.
i'm around when you don't want me, but you need me.
i must go when you no longer need me, but want me.
i want you to need me,
you need him to want you,
and he just wants to be wanted.
but who needs to be needed?
say hello to the dead girl...