Anguish in the Back Seat

Feeling all broken inside. What is wrong ? Just sitting in the backseat, the spare, the extra. A fifth wheel in the car. There but not really. Looked over and passed up for a newer model something thought of as better. Something not really desired to be seen with on a car. A useless doughnut, just there to fill up the empty space. Temporary, there to be replaced. Not good enough to be remembered. Cast aside till it is needed again. Then neglected, and forgotten. It is always there when you need it, but otherwise you forget it.  Just there. That is the true anguish felt by those who are just there to be there. Maybe wanted some of the times, and seen with good intentions, but not good enough. No never good enough to fit seamlessly with everyone else. Just there to make others feel like they are doing the right thing. That is all. Wanted but not, There but not, Alive but not truly, for they are dead inside.