Friendships at school can be tricky – even more so if there are three of you.

I’m one of three, I’m one of three

Locked in anxious rivalry

Wracked by worry, fear and doubt

That I’m the one to be left out

Always sure that I’m the spare

Unneeded by the other pair

Never able to relax

Do they talk behind my back?

Certain that they’d rather be

Just a two instead of three

Scared that I might be alone

I’ve willingly become a clone

But what’s the use of being yourself

If then you’re left upon the shelf?

I’m one of three, I’m one of three

Don’t you wish that you were me?