u/Arcuate_Ferret

I come to realize,

As I reach the line,

That I’ll never finish,

Never reach it in time.

I’ll always be late,

Always stay behind.

I’ll never be great,

Won’t stay out of my mind.

That’s where I live,

When I lose a race.

I get stuck there,

In that bad place.

I look back

Over my shoulder

And I can’t believe

That I’m first place holder.

How’d that happen?

When did I get here?

I thought I’d lost.

Believed my fear.

I’m almost there,

Almost at the finish.

I feel my legs burning

Stamina vanish.

It’s the adrenaline

That moves my feet.

I ignore the pain,

I won’t be beat.

Not this time

I’m done with losing.

So many races

Ended. No choosing

The perfect outcome.

Me on top.

Me beating everyone

Before I drop.

As I reach the line

Everything blurs.

I hear a faint beep,

My body stirs.

Everything was fake,

It was all a dream.

I guess I’ll continue losing.

At least, so it seems.