Lost winner...

All they see are the medals I hold.

All they see is how well I perform in matches.

All they see is how strong I am.

How dedicated I am.

How passionate I am about my life.

They call me talented.

Inspiring.

Motivating.

Focused.

Dedicated

But how do I tell them,

that there's still a little girl inside me,

waiting for a small word of appreciation

from the people who gave me life... 

waiting for a simple hug.

How can I be enough for the world,

yet never enough for them?

Tbh, every victory feels empty.

Every medal.

Every achievement.

Every effort I put into sports or studies

feels meaningless.

What's the point of winning a gold medal

when the one thing I wanted most—

to make them proud,

to feel loved—

still remains unfulfilled?

What will I do of such name and fame?

What will I do

with thousands of strangers clapping for me,

when none of those hands, belongs to them?

How do I explain

that I feel like I'm winning and losing

at the same time?

To the world,

I'm a winner.

But in my own eyes,

I'm just

a lost winner