Relentless

"Push to be the greatest."

That's what is always said.

"You can't settle for second best."

This is the curse upon my head.

One simple test in my third grade year,

From then on, I'm nothing but a number.

How did I end up here?

It was the pressure.

The push to be the best.

I finally realized I simply couldn't measure.

Exceptional, sure.

I'll take that title.

But the best of the best?

There is simply too many more.

Naturally gifted rose to overcome my hardwork.

You assume I'm not trying my hardest?

Who are you to tell me?

You're beating a dead carcass.

Swept up in a sea of intellect,

Left behind to drown.

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