Comments about Branton Wilcox
The Third Wheel
I'm only a third wheel,
Pushed to the back just like a rotten meal.
No one seems to notice the real pain,
But inside you feel like you're going insane.
They only need you to carry weight,
And they treat you like their fish bait.
And as you feel your self falling,
They push you to keep crawling.
As you start to give away,
You feel a little part of you decay.
This life is beginning to feel unreal,
As if you're only the third wheel.