Silver necklaces, draped across my neck.

Never first,

But never last,

So I greedily accept second place.

I long for a place among the moon and stars,

Their silver mimicking my own.

Second place is the first to lose,

But it’s fine.

I deserved that.

If I had just worked harder,

Cared more,

Put in more effort,

It would’ve been gold.

You see I have this golden potential,

But I don’t work hard enough to reach it.

Second place is more that I should I have gotten,

So I pull the heavy medal over my head,

And whisper a promise to the stars.

“Next time”

“I’ll work harder next time”