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heres my attempt at writing a poem, i know it sucks. but i gotta write something for my psych paper thats due, so i might as well write when i feel like it
Always hoping for what he knows will never happen
Always trying to be the best when he knows he won’t be
Never finding what he’s good at, still always searching
Running and Music are the only things that bring him joy
For they are the only things he has the slightest talent at
So many tell him to give up, that he is a loser, that he can’t do it
He tells them to fuck off and leave him alone
Because they are the only things that keep him going
Because with out them, he has nothing, he is nothing
He knows he’s not the best, but still he tries
Always looking for acceptance wherever he can find it
its not done, and im not sure if ill finish it any time soon so let me know what u think about it
Always hoping for what he knows will never happen
Always trying to be the best when he knows he won’t be
Never finding what he’s good at, still always searching
Running and Music are the only things that bring him joy
For they are the only things he has the slightest talent at
So many tell him to give up, that he is a loser, that he can’t do it
He tells them to fuck off and leave him alone
Because they are the only things that keep him going
Because with out them, he has nothing, he is nothing
He knows he’s not the best, but still he tries
Always looking for acceptance wherever he can find it
its not done, and im not sure if ill finish it any time soon so let me know what u think about it