Struggle With Myself

It's always about her,
And never about me.
I know it sounds selfish,
But I'm in a time of need.

She's always picked favorite,
And I'm still chosen last.
We used to be a family,
I just want that all back.

I went down to her level,
To see if I could be loved.
Nothing even changed,
I guess it wasn't enough.

I tried to be more social,
To be your butterfly,
But every time I talked,
I would just become more shy.

So I cut off all ties,
And I faded away.
If you're ever wondering,
That's how I became this way.