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