She said:
“Write me a poem.
Make it short and have it rhyme.”
She wishes she felt beautiful,
But doesn’t
Most the time
It strange: she’s very lovely,
Very smart, and quick and kind;
But thinks she should be more.
I think she is
Out of
Her mind
.
I am the evil I rail against
I am the vanity I see everywhere
I am the target of my own invective
I am the skulking shadow of cowardice
.
I who approach these words do so in fear
I who fail almost as often as I try
I who wanted always to be a hero
I who cannot change the world’s ways
.
I can, however, keep trying
I can succeed, albeit occasionally
I can be a hero in never giving up the fight
I can make today a better day than yesterday
.
