First day of school,
Mommy said be the best.
Do anything it takes,
Forget the rest.
I've had straight A's,
Is it enough?
She's not satisfied,
She said life is tough.
Mommy always says,
Be the winner.
People wouldn't accept you,
If you're the loser.
One asked me,
Why am I always at the top?
Who wants to be second,
I'm not stuck up.
Later in my life,
I've done it all,
I've been the best,
Almost perfect, overall.
What's the purpose of all!
These medals I seek.
When happiness,
Is below my very own feet.
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Brain, Soul, Life
PoetryI believe poetry comes from the brain; floating ideas that expresses certain topics and feelings that we want to share in an artistic way. I believe poetry comes from the soul; wether it's just a random thought, or a written piece of your life, deep...
