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Number Two
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A poem about always being second place, and hating it... deep down inside, I think we all just want to be the best at everything, don't we?
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 91 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-25-04 - id: 1648239
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Number Two

I cannot find a place to rest,
This road is long and hard to tread,
Althought I'll never be the best,
I still must try to get ahead.

You knock me down, and yet I fight,
I get back to my feet once more,
I'm jealous when you're always right,
I hate you when I hit the floor.

I wish that I could live alone,
That all these lies would come undone,
Ignore the ways I have not grown,
And let me be the number one.
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