I was always the first one in line,
for a prize I didn’t even need to try
Now, I’m suddenly left behind.
I’m back in the corner of a room
trying to keep my head down
and rushing to get out soon,
watching the hands of the clock
slowly turn to the time I can leave
it feels like years, I feel so stuck.
I often go back to these moments,
the glory days of my care free life,
the memories and what it all meant
at the time, it was everything to me.
Now, I’m sitting back in this chair
thinking maybe this is all I’ll ever be.
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