Sorrow and anguish. Joy and happiness. Many find these words in me. These words describe what I feel, how I act, what I can describe in my small life. Events have happened that I cannot describe. Many people who I should have known, who I think I could have loved, have never been in my life. Many of the things I have done have led me to be moody, to be ambitious, to always try to not disappoint everyone I love. I have always felt second, the one who was always next to dead last. Somebody was always ahead of me. I worked my hardest; I tried to be the best. Even though I had to sacrifice many things, I have become very good at what I do. My talents have led me to be different, special, and unique. But I realize, no matter how much I practice, somebody will always beat me one way or another.
