By Aron Micko H.B
I saw the best and I'm not the one.
I felt sadness, and I talk to no one.
I drop the pen, coz nothing is done.
I stand to run, expectation is none.
Along the way back I forgot the fun.
I prefer to cry out while I'm in an outrun.
I hate entertainment now and the sun.
It's not jealousy that I saw them win a ton.
Seeing them, damage my intention.
It's like rejecting my job application.
Imagine that I grab the bacon.
Award for my additional collection.
Trying again in the competition.
Win or lose it's not my goal condition.
I want only to share my composition.
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