Racing for the finish line we were,
nudging other people out of our way.
It was neck and neck that race,
I really wanted to win that day.
I had gained a little time on you
Luck must have been on my side.
As always it was short lived...
Because my shoelace came untied.
I saw that little smirk that appeared,
slowly but surely it spread accross your face.
As you powered toward the finish line.
Speeding on to win that race.
My shoelace tripped up my steps,
My body fell to the track.
A puff of dirt in my face,
As I regretfully stared down your back.
I can admit that you won that game,
but the war has just begun.
I dont intend to lose you see,
Not to you or anyone.
I know you pushed me down in life,
and thought nothing of hurting me.
You even turned your back to laugh.
But I'm not going to let this be.
I won't be hurt by you again,
because I don't have any fear.
You may have won that little race,
And I lost it, but I'm still here.