The Greatest

The Real "Greatest of all Time"

 

A year ago, if you had asked me,

"Who is the greatest of all time?" 

I would've claimed it was a soccer player or a surfer.

Now, I have no real answer

But maybe…

 

Maybe it's me, 

Maybe I am the greatest.

I look back on a year ago, and a lot of things were different.

I was younger, for one

And two, I was much less observant of the world

 

I know now that there are flaws in most people,

And a year ago, I could've sworn some people were perfect.

I haven't broken any records, and I haven't won any awards,

But I have changed.

I know now that no one is perfect, and I know I can do better

I have realized that things will change, and nothing is ever constant

 

Nothing is ever promised,

Not life, not love, not perfection

But we try for these things, I try for these things

So maybe, just maybe, I am the real "greatest of all time"

 

Not many people would agree with that,

They'd say I'm selfish and unimportant.

They'd say I am not the main character

And they'd say some other things too

But I wouldn't listen

I worked so hard to be where I am.

I am not making a huge impact on the world

I am not changing anyone's life

Or maybe I am,

For my friends, for my parents.

 

I can change a life.

A single sentence, 

A single action.

Maybe I can change someone's life. 

Even if it is just one, I am making a difference.

 

I am here, and I am thriving

I am the main character in my own story, 

And that is the most that I can be, for me

So maybe, somewhere and somehow,

I am the true GOAT

 

KickingKek363

CO

13 years old

More by KickingKek363

  • 11:29 pm

    lying down on the rocky ground of western Colorado

    and looking up at what the vast darkness of the unknown has granted us tonight

    an ache fills my lungs as my eyes take in the beauty of the millions of lights dotting the sky

  • 9.42 pm

    I stare out into the blues and greens of the Atlantic,

    My fingers press into the sand as I sit in silence

    I feel time pass slowly, an ache that eats at my soul,

    And I realize there isn't much left of summer