Done.

I'm always second best

Never able to hold up to the rest

Even on days to celebrate me

I am throw thrown out as debris

I'm always put on the sideline

Never saw as the headline

Even on days focused on me

I'll never have the certain degree

I'm always forgotten

Never to be cemented

Even on days I am present

I'm held at a distance

I'll have my thoughts said

But always left on read

No matter the alert

I'll always be irrelevant

I'm done being hurt

I'm done being on the outskirt