Second best

This is about a friend who was always terrible to me. Never paying attention to me.

I promised to defend you, to always have your back.
I promised I’d stand by you, and so I always have.
You asked if I loved you, and I answered with the truth.

But why, then, do I always feel,

Like I’m no less than second best?

 How can you make me feel,

Like the most important man in the world,

Then tear all that down, and rip into my soul,

And make me feel, like I’m no better,

Than second best?

Author's Note

Please be nice.
I had one of these things but i lost it... :D