I'm used to losing and never being best.
I get a gut feeling whenever I'm in a contest.
Peers think I always win and never cry,
But they don't see the tears behind the lies.
I can't remember a time I've ever been picked out solo
Except for the moments I'm forgotten and last.
I'm hated or disliked, my heart speaks "oh no,"
Looks like I'll have to think fast.
They cannot know I never win,
They cannot see the tears within.
I never show the hatred in my eyes,
Since self loathing is looked down on from the skies.
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