#62 it's his cry

It has been a long time since he had these feelings,
of desolation, isolation, alienation,
where he thought he was enough and everything, but still,
he is no match for them people,
he tried his best to make up for what isn’t there, and failed,
guessed that he’ll be alright eventually,
he did, now he doesn’t,
it comes back, hitting the strongest at his weakest point, weakest time,

them people,
who have a figure of a model,
handsome like Gaston,
alluring biceps, seducing abs,
he has fats he subduing in front of crowds,
in his room, he can’t even look at himself,

them people,
who scores tests like they are questionnaires,
skills they have could kill, handy they are,
they got stamina of a horse, strength of a gorilla,
while he dazed and confused of things he taught,
grasping for success, gasping for respect,

them people,
born upper echelons, fed with platinum spoon,
they wear thousands dollars on them, mesmerizing,
from families of crowned with influences, his love too,
and him a mediocre, unexciting,
nothing left to say about him,

he,
he is of those demons,
and of those angels,
while he lives an angel, be nice do good,
he always been taught that,
he feels like a demon, feel bad think negatively,
funny how those two sides never fight, they make him up what he is now,
an ordinary guy lives in misery, to people he is a mystery, he keeps things to himself until it became a part of history,
his stories aren’t worth listened, what else mentioned,
he wants to be of those them people, but he knows he couldn’t go that far,
he embraces the devils and angels,
asks them to fill holes in his life,
his only companions,

himself.