I always like to compete in stuff,
Even if the opponent doesn't care,
Even if the opponent isn't actually competing.
I would always compare myself to others,
It would make me feel superior than them,
It's a comforting feeling to be better,
Even if I'm the only one that acknowledges that.
Although I may be superior to them,
People still like them more.
I wonder why?
Why are people so stupid,
I'm right here; I'm definitely better than them.
But why?
Why do they still pick them over me.
I compare myself to them in everything,
I, myself know that I'm better than them,
But destiny doesn't agree with me.
How is it that they are the one getting praise?
I'm right here you know?
Must I try harder?
Can you please look at me?
I'm here too,
Don't ignore me.
I look at them,
Thinking of all the things I'm better at,
Forgetting the rest.
The rest?
My thoughts became tangled,
That shouldn't be possible.
I need to be better then them,
Its part of my scripts,
But how did it turn out like this.
I hated this feeling,
This feeling of being inferior,
I hate them,
I hate all the people that praised them.
Do they hate me that much?
If not, Then why don't anyone praise me.
I'll always be the one hated by everyone, Wont I?
I hear them laughing,
Laughing at me.
Laughing because I'm worse than them.
I worked harder,
I tried even more,
But still I'm inferior to them.
Why can I never get rid of this feeling?
It's so troublesome,
Please, I don't want this feeling anymore,
Just let it go.
Wait-- Who am I even asking to let it go?
They don't even know that they are my opponent.
Then who am I begging to let it go,
A moment of realization cross me,
It was me.
The person that made me feel inferior was myself,
The person that hated my most was me,
The person that holds me back was me,
The person who was laughing at me was also me, myself and I.
All this time, The person I hated the most was myself.
