If anything, it better be a
Showstopper #75
I’ve competed for the top all my life
But not because I enjoy the spotlight
But because they want it to be just right
Each failure, stinging stab wounds from a knife
If I’m not perfect, will they still love me?
Or must I be the best of the champions?
And shed away my weaker companions
No matter how hard I always plea?
I feel the life in me slowly draining
How is my destruction entertaining?
I walk out the door, not turning around
There must be more than being the best
I’m so tired of always being oppressed
Maybe I can find life and be newfound