They Say He's a Loser
They think he's a loser, shrouded in shame,
A nameless face in the endless game.
But beneath the surface, where stories diverge,
A hero awaits, on the verge to emerge.
His trials unseen, his battles unspoken,
A heart unyielding, though bruised and broken.
He walks alone, embraced by the night,
Yet carries within a fire burning bright.
They scoff and sneer, blind to his plight,
But he knows his worth, his internal fight.
For every stumble, a step towards grace,
A journey unfolds at his own pace.
They think he's a loser, but little they know,
He's a warrior fierce, with courage that grows.
He'll rise from the ashes, his story untold,
To conquer the world, and his destiny, unfold.
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