Ever wondered why?
Why not me?
So much potential, but not there yet.
Will I ever succeed? Probably but when?
Sometimes I struggle to figure out where to begin.
Second place is commonplace.
Sleep acts as my reality, and living is my dream.
I take a few steps forward, only to look back at my empty corner, and it cuts me right in the spleen
Where is my support system to keep me full?
I fight for my meals, all I need is my tears to quench my thirst.
I'll look back one day, only to remember how hard to was to finish first.