No medal for me, if I were to judge my life
Points I could have won were lost
Where faults were there to trip me up
I floundered
As a child, my mother would say I was for the high jump
But I preferred to run
Away from hurt and bullying I ran fast
But only in a straight line
Never looking back, a marathon of pain
No winning post in sight
No medals for me
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