Put Down

I have often wondered..
Sat for hours and pondered..
Bout who shud take the blame..
For beating me at my own game.

I sit here like a bright-eyed doll,
Breathing in and out,staring at the wall.
Waiting for that sacred call,
Thats gonna save me from this nasty fall.

They think they can put me down..
Piss me off and make me frown.
As of now I'll be the clown.
But in the end,I'll be wearing the crown..