A Look At Myself
He strives for improvement, never reaches his goals
A young male struggling strong foes
His whole life considered inadequate
Life is dull, and his heart he should quit
Taken and destroyed for being himself
Despondently trying to control what his heart felt
Rejection is faced at each and every turn
His heart's torn open, his eyes burn
Never giving up he studies his life
Watching others, adjusting his life
With a new goal, he works incredibly hard
Improving his body, improving his heart
With these improvements he tries for love
For he's focused, watches everything he does
With a dollar and a romantic quote
For valentine he sent a small note
Feeling good, proud of his improvements
He's worked hard, how can he miss
His chest is bigger, abs are more cut
Even more smiles, and more acting tough
Well rounded he thought, talented in music
Poetic and smart, that's how he viewed it
Sure just once, he'd have that valentine
The pride and the joy, to call his heart mine
"Thank you for the note, but i don't feel for you that way."
"I know..." he says, and she walks away
He fought a war, and he has lost
Tactics were changed, but he still shouldn't of fought
Now he sits there, writing down his thoughts
A pathetic young male, mourning his loss
Something is missing, something he doesn't have
Why else would every time he tries, he winds up this sad
He looks at himself, a broken mess
Torn and ripped, rejected at best
With one more rhyme, he finished the poem off
Submitted the poem, before he logged off
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