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