One is the Loneliest Number

To the loneliest number, One,

 

You can keep on being alone.

It was all fake, the way you shone,

Trying to pull me towards you,

All decorated in gold and blue.

 

Those colors define the sun in the sea

But the ocean means nothing to me

When I have a plethora of jade

That mean more than just a grade.

 

A status of Valedictorian

Would mean nothing to a historian,

When I’m gone they would see to carefully explore

All of the kindness I always had in store.

 

Or winning a contest to get first prize -

That’s terrible pride in an evil disguise.

Every time I finish the race first,

It creates inside me a greater thirst.

 

The only One I need

Is One that will bleed

With friendship and love

That I’m proud to speak of.

 

So no more lies and scheming

I’m going back to freely dreaming

You are the dark, I’m chasing the sun

Say goodbye, I’m finished, One.

 

Good riddance,

The girl you almost destroyed

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kgillgrist

I wrote this poem to describe my struggles with pride in being the top of my class last year and how much it killed me when I lost that title. This is my redemption story.

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