Belittle Me

I walk, I run, I jump, I climb
In the hope, to not be left behind
But as long as I'm on this trail
It seems that I am doomed to fail

No matter how many starts I make
It's like I can't release the brake
And when not even apt to leave
It feels that life will just deceive

I'm always first there at the start
Although I find I still come last
Even though I'll try my best
I'm not as good as all the rest

Waiting for the gun to fire
All my hopes will still aspire
Although I'm stunned when it blasts
And gloomy becomes my forecast

No matter how much, I might puff
It seems I'm never good enough
And so this race I'll never win
When it's only I who will begin