Forever the one whose hand flies up in the air,

the one who says she’d do it,

whatever ‘it’ is,

but never the one chosen.

Never the winner.

Only the trier.

I have never been a natural at anything,

I just tried and tried all over again

until I bled and with sweat over me,

my name was still never called to the podium.

I always work harder, and harder,

I run faster and faster,

and what for?

I am still painfully average.