Second Place

I'm not a natural

and I'll never be the best.

I know my faults,

but I'm doing things at my pace.

I get jealous, 

when I shouldn't be.

Feelings can't be stopped ,

unless they are aknowledged.

So here and in front of my mirror,

I admit I am not the best.

I admit that I'm slower then others.

I admit that some people look better than me.

I admit that I can be better.

So I'm going to better.

Hardwork will forever be my best asset.

I'll keep my pace and strive for second place.

I'm happy with my accomplishments.

I just hope the natural knows this.

I hope to be acknowled.

This poem is about: 
Me

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