Choices

On some days it gets really pressurising and upsetting to actually find out that you're never gonna accomplish anything successful and you'll always be second best no matter how much effort you've already been putting in. Nothing you do gets appreciated. You get looked down upon and hurt from the words they splurt out unknowingly, or through their actions. It feels as tiring as running, when you feel so tired but you have to hold on and pull through to reach your destination. It's a race against speed and time. Yet it's a race I'll never win.