Second Best

There's nothing like the gold, the glory of finishing first. You drink the streams of victory, as I suffer through losing thirst. You walk on this road proudly, the path of unending fame. Your success is a lovely hill, mine is a mountain of shame. Every woman that you pass, kneels down at your very feet. The world is your red carpet, as I walk this empty street. The nights are always fading, into blackness I am dismissed. You light up darkened places, and I am tossed into the mist. No one will shoot you down, that shield of yours stays true. While I must dodge the bullets, with the gun barrel as my view. Yet the quality you do show, the one that touches my heart. Even though I want you gone, our worlds shall never part.