The thing that hurts the most
Is that I am so forgettable to you
I am only space filler
The last choice

You’ll call, if no one else is home
But hang up when call waiting is activated
I ride in the trunk of your car
Because even the back seat is taken
I fill that tiny piece of your life
That needs dependability/assurance

I am the .1% of your life
That makes it 100% complete

I am the 5th chair in the orchestra of your life
Playing a supportive role
To those who mean something to you

Keeping me in an expendable role
Makes my position precarious
If I make demands
I will be denied forever
So I stay the bottom feeder
In the aquarium of your life
Quietly accepting what little you give me
Surviving on less than emotional minimum wage

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