I'm sick of being second,
Of never being first.
Beaten by rubbish people,
Makes it even worse.
Maybe a door will open,
A positive one of that.
Leading me to a brighter place,
Where I'll be the top cat ;).
Or will the door be negative,
I won't even make top three.
I'll be blinded by jealousy,
Need to be set free.
After seeing both doors open,
Being second isn't all bad.
But being beaten every time
Can make me furiously mad!
Someday I'll get gold;
I'll have rightfully won.
My name at number one,
Second, this time, to none.
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