Maybe I am a reject,
Spoilt goods,
So I feel dejected.
Much was expected.
Head of school, captain of football,
Not tall stories,
But blind ambition cost more than I can ever show.
I love you dearly
That much you know,
So its no surprise
I can’t compromise,
No one else will do at all.
As I write,
I bite my knuckles
Till they are raw
And if I get the call,
I will not go quietly.
People look at me
As I walk the streets.
Is he a tragedy?
Someone tell me
As I can’t see,
But the penalty is great.
I don’t believe in fate,
And for the record I state
I do not want a debate,
So just step aside,
My personal pride
Is at stake