Its hard to be the number three when the first two got through perfectly <br />Without a scratch without a mark their trouble sheet is white and stark <br />But number three, oh yes its he, who nearly was an amputee <br />He crashes here he sails to the ground his common sense can't be found <br />And number three, that one is me, can't do something right you see <br />I try my best, I try to think, but I still end up straight in the drink <br />My parents yell my parents cry send more dicipline sailing by <br />But number three, yes its still me, can not help but disagree <br />Through his actions through his schemes he ruins all his parents dreams<br /><br />Sean Hart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/number-three/
