I’m not a winner
my hard work hasn’t lead
to some great reward
I’m just getting by
I haven’t been blessed
by easy chances or ready success
I’m very aware that life is hard
I don’t have lots of friends
and I’m not easy to know
popularity isn’t something I have
or even something I strive for
I’m terrible at meeting new people
experience has taught me that only a few
won’t blanch when they see the real me
I’m not a pretty girl
you could call me big or bold
but never dainty, graceful, or serene
I’m stuborn and prideful
I might know how to play the game
but I can’t stomach it
so I sit on the sidelines
I won’t give everything
so that everyone will like me
I’d rather like myself
Maybe I am to be pittied
I don’t have that much
just my self respect
people I’d trust with my life
and a passion that drives me
measured against the world
I’m not a winner
some might even go so far
as to call me a loser
but at least I’m a happy loser
instead of a depressed sucess.
Elizebeth Turnquist 