Maybe there are some things I have to accept.

One place that I can’t be the best.

But I try.

I really try.

And shouldn’t the world match my effort?

The universe meet me half way?

If only things worked that way.

If only we could get by on effort.

No.

I was a talented kid,

But the expectations got higher

And the talent faded

And my efforts were not enough.

I can’t be good at the things I like.

Except I am good at them…

But not this.

Why can’t I be good at this?

Why can’t I have it all?

Why can’t it be enough?

I am envied.

I don’t enjoy that.

So why am I not content?

I am excellent.

In the most technical form of the word.

I am just not incredible.

So I’ll always be left wanting more.