Awaiting my turn

With admiration i look
If only in this glory i partook
Victory is a feeling i know not
May i one day eat from this pot

I have been evrything but the best
I am just like the rest
The word for me is ordinary
But i want something more extraodrdinary

I wished to be a cool kid
But no ear turned to this plead
My old age makes no difference
Noone joys over my existance

Can you on the wiining team make a sit
So i can rise from the losers's pit
My dying wish is to be praised
That together with win my name can one day be phrased.