Today,
I told my dad about something I made.
I told him it was the second best in my class.
And I was proud of it.
But he said to put in more effort.
Well, there's only so much that can be done in two hours.
The day before,
I tried out for the solo in choir.
He said that it would never be perfect.
The week before,
I was playing baseball with my brother.
My dad said that my brother hit the ball harder,
Even when mine went several yards farther.
I was always second best to somebody.
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