left

why am i left here?
behind the starting line i stand,
everyone is now ahead of me,
pacing their way through life,
but i am left here,
like an infant whose legs are weak.

Behind the line i stand,
watching them fight for victory,
yet i am bound up by love,
my legs and hand are all tied up,
screaming in agony i shout for help,
yet no one is at sight, i am left behind.

i untie myself and make my feet strong,
Now i take my step, but i can't move on,
i try my best to pass this line,
And try to boost my way through life,
yet i am as slow as a snail could crawl,
once again i am left behind.