<center>I Fall Behind
Every time I turn around
There is nobody there
Everyone is in front of me I've found
How it isn't fair
I lack in speed as well as grace
I just cant keep the pace
It isnt something that I enjoy
I guess it's my luck, being me a sorry boy
Mistakes I make I learn from
And making them again i feel so dumb
Nobody will laugh at who I am
Just my slowness, my sluggish jam
Why am I left behind?
If grace is the problem it's not my mind
I think it's speed
In swimming I bleed
I fall behind the rest
I am nowhere near the worst of the best
I wish I could be better
But its not as easy as writing a letter
In this, there is hard work
and the coaches they will smirk
To see what they call improvement
And what I call no movement
Why it is so a clue I have not
I think my legs have started to rot
Then again I'm still alive
But for a talent in swimming I still strive
I fall behind
Not in mind
Not in Heart or soul
In the real world as a whole
I fall behind
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