You are always rated second best.
Your name is forgotten after the contest.
You are a Jack of all trades and a master of nun.
You have entered every competition but never won.
They call you when there is a job to be done.
They expect you to do it just for fun.
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Like a ticking clock, you go with the flow.
Like a punching bag, you take every blow.
Like a small puppy, they train you and breed you.
Like a rental car, they use you and leave you.
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Yet it happens every time no one ever notices.
No one realizes you have your own policies.
You have a beating heart and a burning desire.
You have preset goals and you are aiming higher.
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Into your barrow you return at the end of the day,
Restless, dejected, and full of dismay.
Maybe, just maybe, you will have a better tomorrow.
Where you will be the victor and overcome the sorrow.
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Take heed, all your passion is gone.
Even your friends left you, now you are all alone.
Like a coffin, beautiful on the outside with a rotting interior.
That's exactly what it feels like to be inferior.
By ThePrinceTM