Standing on the podium’s second step

This feeling overcomes me, I need help

Smiling in the official’s face

Realizing I still lost the race

Because I am holding this red ribbon

I received for finishing in second place.

I feel like I’m the king,

But I get trumped by the ace.

Then I make a mistake,

And dismay is written on my face.

Because I wasn’t quick enough

Or maybe I moved in haste.

It’s called the red ribbon blues.

To get over them, what do I do?

It’s so confusing, it rattles my brain!

I can’t live with the agony and pain,

Of knowing my goal was almost obtained,

All the time I trained,

Now my sanity is strained.

Always second, never first

The biggest loser, this is the worst!!

Whether I blunder out of the blocks

Or fade in the end, racing the clock,

I won’t quit until I get that top spot!!