I have a lot less fun
when being number one...
...is all I think about.
I must be grand, have clout...
...and when I don't I pout..
If I've none then I shout
'Oh do come look at me!
I need you to feel free...
...and happy cause you know,
I need attention so...
...bad I can not control
myself until I'm told
that I am just the best.'
The competitions stress.
And I can make this stop.
I'll strive until I drop.
Cause I'm crazy bout this.
My living large amidst...
...the other greater souls
that happily unfold...
...their talents great and fine.
And I am stuck with mine.
copyright 01-04-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And what a lovely talented way to say it too.......Robert