I'm in second place

Moving to fast or to slow to win the race

Told that I'm perfect but perfection is non existent

Never seem to be enough!

If I attempt to make a fuss than I'm crazy

Looking back at life trying to see where I made a mistake

Then I see it wasn't me

But rather allowing things to affect me

You're not supposed to cry when daddy won't come home

When mommy's family has been making mommy cry for to long

You're not supposed to even break a tear when your innocence has been taken away from you for more than a year

Swallow the tears because crying don't get you nowhere

Colleges don't care about you missing weeks of school because you

Weren't sure if you were you

Or that the doctor visits became

as consistent as brushing your teeth

No one cares that your spiritual home

Put vinegar onto your wounds instead

Of the holy oil that they promised you

All that doesn't matter when you made B

In AP Lang and your friend made an A on the same day, because you were given the same opportunities

Or so they say.

They weren't there the night you spent the night the closet because you felt protected

Almost surrounded by the thousands of clothes

They weren't there when mommy couldn't cuddle you because of her physical attributes

Made you think you were in danger

Because the last one who had cuddle one

Had you feeling like you had lost your mind or that you were dying inside.

You can't put that resume, because it makes people uncomfortable.

But then they say tell your story but only want the simple glory

Or the ones that make you look like a victim

And you ask can I be a survivor

Can I cry sometimes

Because I'm dying inside

Do I have to smile everyday

To get to first place

Am I running a losing race