This was written while i was listening to song named Monster by an artist Jacob Banks. I was reminded how when i tried to be like every one else, all they did is turn me into a hateful person


THE BATTLE OF COMPARISON

Oh how I have Tried to be someone else,
How I have Tried to win so many hearts;
Only for it all to birth something else.
I Tried to look around,
Tried to witness; witness?
Or was I just trying to be like them!
Yes, them!
The reasons I do everything I don't do in the dark corner of my soul.
Is it called living when all you do is compare?
For you to do everything you can, to make your inheritance of self end up in despair!
And to turn your pride of self into regret?
How many times do I have to make them smile,?
Only to starve the next day?
How many times do I have to borrow attention?
Only to sell them my soul?
Well it is only gracious that I retained a percentage of sanity enough to write this!
A portion of self worth to say I will die alone so let me be the best me there is.
Now here I am and I say to you,
I am the best me you will ever meet,
My best friend and worst enemy;
My wildest dream is me,
And there is nothing you can do about it!

~Hidden3motionz



Poetry by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2015-11-13 at 13:03

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A well written work , well thought out and compost.
Ken D Williams
2015-11-13