The burden for wanting to be gold

I'm not good with words,
But I do try my best.
I try not to exceed,
And act like an average.

Still people find ways,
To try and ruin my days.
Everything is senseless,
And still I'm defenseless.

Do you know what's the best trace?
It's when you try the absolute worse.
What it takes to be good?
Do I have to hold a gold?

I try to look positive,
But what about the opposite?
I think it's real when they act,
Like the bullets people find.

Down in the pipe,
I try not to argue.
They take everything for granted;
I feel like—in the cell, wanted.