Running with the big kids
Following their tracks
Racing to keep up
But lagging further behind
Left alone as they run, laughing
Caught in their moment
Panting for breath
While watching them go
Not quite good enough
To be part of the group
Trying to be cool
Though they’ll never notice
Scared to miss out
On what they experience
Forget who you are
Just to fit in
Jumping around
Begging to be picked
For a terrible game
You don’t like anyway
But they just keep going
And you’re left in their wake
Left with a life
That you never could own
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