my feet stepped slowly, stepping the stairs, my chest screamed "I did it, I really did it" I stand on the podium, looking wide in front of me.. a thousand people, They saw me, I succeeded..

But, all the attention changed, I looked beside me, a man who had achieved 2nd place. He smiled, he clapped his hands, he greeted himself, waving hands at his family that now approaching with a bouquet of flowers. They're proud of him, laughing with him, and suddenly all the cheers became loud, He took selfies with his trophy, his trophy in 2nd place. Making a formation with him in the middle and his family around, I felt my grip tightening on my trophy. I win I did win, I've tried hard, I worked hard, I've done so good..Isn't that enough? But why does it feel tight? I can't breathe, I'm standing and become the winner. I did it, hey look at me. I'm the winner, look at me, look at me!, It hurts, my eyes can't blink, I keep hearing that laughing. He's standing below me, holding the bouquet of flowers, why's he so happy? He didn't make it, he's not a winner. Why the hell is he so happy?

it's not enough, I realize it's not enough, it's never enough. What's with this disgusting feeling? How can he be so calm, everyone cheers for him, is it because he has someone he can show it too? I'm standing there alone, it's not fair. I am the winner, but...at what cost?

*His eyes met me for a second, I could feel the fire in me building up like a river flowing in hell. Why am I so angry? He lost, he lost to me. Why is he looking at me like that?,

"Congratulations.." How...dare....he said .that??