The Second Lead

How would you know?

What it feels like,

To not,

belong to the best 

To not,

belong to the rest.

How would you know, 

What it feels like,

To not,

receive some credit 

To not,

receive some disregard.

It’s a space in between,

A place of uncertainty,

Because I’m always the second lead,

Never too bad,

Never too good.