Sixth place,
I finished the race behind them all,
The runners so lengthy and tall,
I feel like all my training was pointless,
I couldn’t beat one of them,
My mom’s watching on the T.V.,
I should probably call.
Fifth in crafts,
My car wasn’t fast at all,
The plans were so grand,
Aerodynamic and more speed than any man’s,
But after it came out of the workshop there was nothing there better than sand,
It wasn’t what I planned,
Fourth in my debate,
I have a new argument but it’s too late,
I could’ve proven my point,
Dispelled their prejudice and justification for hate,
But now they’ve gone and made a conclusion like my head’s on a plate,
Third in math,
My brain may be great
but it moves at a snail’s pace,
Though sometimes it can have such malignant haste,
Why am I such a waste?
Second in band,
I tried for a new part but couldn’t quite make the brand,
God, she’s so grand,
I tried to be the best that best could be but she said it was best that I be me,
That the best thing I could do was to be true and her love has become the best thing best has ever been,
She fears how I’ll react to her past and what she’s done,
She always looks so blue,
I tell her that everyday I see her beauty,
How can I begin to describe our feelings to you?
She loves me and the best part is I love her too,