I hate to admit, but of course I envy,
Because you're everything I'll never be
You with your witty words
You with your high grades
Stuck between your worlds
Between your sweet and your rage
You, the elder, the outspoked, outgoing,
You, the baby, the favorite, achieving,
And me. The middle. The mere annoying.
A walking talking piece of flesh,
Not quite pathetic but a disgrace to the rest,
The purposeless fool who's stopped trying
With my wasted potential and constant crying,
I was almost enough
But of course you get all the glory
Because all that matters is the simple story;
The loser loses,
The winner wins,
The hero does right,
The evil sins,
The prey runs,
The predator chases,
The villain dies,
And the hero gets praises.
Second is good
But its first that matter
Trying is good
But better is better
Cause the
Winner gets the glory
And the loser gets the story
The first is seen
And second can dream
Of all she could've been
So the
Winner takes it all
And the loser has to fall
Get used to the world
And its hierarchy,
There's no second or third,
Only one can be
The winner, the first
And in the end,
The winner wins,
The loser loses,
The evil sins,
The hero gets the glory
The sidekick gets the story
The crowd goes home,
And the losers' left alone.
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Author:
Sylva (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A wonderful poem that describes the world as one of competition where winner takes all. It is stark and hard it is blaming loss on laziness, a form of self blame It seems so in democracy, capitalism, school, jobs, finding a partner, yet there are scavengers that take advantage of the leavings they too with their pecking order. Here I go too far beyond the scope of the poem. It is well rhymed and flows well. Very nicely written leaving a hopeless felling.
Sylva, this hit hard, my friend. There is a raw vulnerability here that many people will recognize, whether they admit it or not. The feelings of comparison, frustration, and invisibility come through with real emotional force. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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