The Golden Child

Taught to be the winner without a loss 

Must show respect to not just them but to all.

Glorified with the medals and the ribbons, tough to beat

One day, discovered the feeling of the word defeat. 

Surrounded by words full of pride 

only to come home with tears in my eyes. 

The failure in one's mind repeating over and over

The sound of the clock ticking slower and slower.

The peace in one's mind starts being tested 

The looks and presence start looking unrested;

The wins and attitude are all from last year 

Like being ripped away, it starts to disappear.

The runs that I take only making a bigger strain

But like a dagger in my heart, it all feels the same;

I start to wonder what my future would look like

Will I be the one giving the speech on the mic?

As the years went on, the medals lost their value

I still think about the Barbies and books,

that suddenly I forget about and outgrew;

I try to succeed and aim for so much more 

But everything seems to shut, like a stone-blocked door

I know my worth and know my gift 

I'm claimed as the golden child 

But my life just feels like a script.