I am an outcast
People tell me that I am always last
I am weak
People tell me that I am a crying heap
I am a failure
People tell me that I will never learn
But they don't matter
They don't know
I was always the underdog
The one that everyone expects to be last
I know that I will never be the best
With all the secrets I carry
They weigh me down
I keep them safe and sound
I can't tell anyone about them
I can never let go of them
Some of them I hide from myself
Running away from them
I am a mess
I will never be the best
But I now have people to talk to
People who will listens
Maybe they won't pull away
When I tell them the thing that terrifies me the most
The thing that keeps me up at night
The thing that will make me break
The thing that I lie about
The truth
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