A lot of people say, that nice guys finish last.
That aggressive people are the one who have the safety of being first.
So then I thought of being aggressive, so I could finish first.
I thought of changing myself, just so I could quench the thirst.
The thirst of wanting to be first, to have a taste of glory.
To hear people say “You deserve to be the first”, to be considered holy.
But as I tried to be aggressive & assertive, I realized it’s not working.
I don’t know why it doesn’t seem to fit me,
So instead of changing I found myself in a state of asking.
Is it my curse to reach the finish line in last place?
Am I not deserving to receive the glory of finishing first place?
At the end, I failed at becoming aggressive.
I have a strange feeling that I’m corrosive.
Corrosive to first place, I don’t belong there.
I figured it’s in my nature to always be humble,
So I’m always left here.
I realized this is me & I shouldn’t change this part.
Because this is what separates me, from their raging hearts.
My ability is to be humble
& willing to give the first place to someone else.
This ability is to give the advantage to everybody else.