Better

I look around the crowded canteen,
I pray to God saying,’ kill me’
They are talented, gifted and blessed…
While I’m cursed roam these horrid lands…

They’re better than me...so much better…
People compare me to them, saying I’m bad.
“He’s so good at math, he’s so great at music”
“Then why don’t you adopt them? Since your son is so damned!”

I was thirsty for attention, I craved it so much…
I tried my best, but my best was never enough.
I was a jack of all trades, master of none.
I never stood out, I always got nothing.

Then these people got proud with their talents…
Their talents grew higher and higher…
It was a competition, it was a race.
There were many competitors, but only one victor.

When the race was over, one still remained.
When he got back all worn and bruised,
I smirked and said, “I told you so! Cotton for brains!
You should’ve never participated, in the first place!

You’ve committed a sin called victory!
You’ve rested your laurels atop a mountain of corpses!
You should feel ashamed! You should feel guilty!
You may have won, but just think of the expenses…”

He then broke down and cried
Not caring about his wounded pride
He never should have cared at all,
Or he could have saved countless lives…