One friend is winning the beauty crowns,
One friend is called a genius,
One with those grateful moves,
One got such a melodious voice,
While one gets everything of his choice,
One masters the rhythm and beat,
While one runs the fastest on the field,
One of them never missed a goal,
One designs programmes without any error.
They are the people I admire,
They are the one I get jealous of,
They are the people,
With whom I get compared,
And I stand nowhere,
I want to seek power,
I want attention,
I want to be that one,
Whom people idolise,
I want to be on their level,
So that proudly they can call me their friend,
So that my parents feel proud of having me,
So that all those comparing,
Can change into praising,
I want Recognition.

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Blah blah I don't know what am I writing these days .-. Maybe the poetic spirit got drained out of me -_- sorry ;-;
Thank you for tolerating me ._. Reading all these crappy works ("._.) Even for voting and commenting.
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