precious isnt same as choosen²

Don’t say I’m yours, if in your world You treat me like a second scene — While others get your colors twirled, I’m drawn in grayscale in between. I never asked to be the lead, Just to be real in your own tale. But I can’t walk where I can't breathe — In stories where I always pale. So tell me: Am I precious, or just convenient? A gentle pause, a quiet place? Do I matter, or am I lenient— A name you keep, but not embrace? I won’t demand you let me in, But I’ll stop knocking if I must. It hurts to love and still not win The version of you built from trust.