Admitting your a loser,
easies your mind,
thats why you sit here writing poetry all the time,
and you want other people to see you,
to know,
that your feeling like a loser,
a terrible feeling I just can't cope,
I'm really starting to lose the hope,
I try my hardest to make things better,
to move on with my life,
I am trying my best to find a wife,
someone who's ready to leave this behind,
I imagine some thing I want to rewind,
and re-do,
because in the end,
you still feel screwed,
then you start acting crude.
To your friends,
to everyone you love,
your so deep in a hole,
you feel like your never coming out,
Frustration building,
Your a loser,
and that's someting you don't doubt.
Even though you say sometimes,
The sorrow is not what I'm about,
but when your alone you start to
scream and shout.
'I'm a loser, and even if I say I ain't, it really don't change a thing.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you still consider yourself a loser, then, you are a loser. In my life, for all the battles I fought and lost, I learned and fought some more. I changed my tactics and territory and I felt like growing up! And I did. I knew that I was not alone at all in this world and started writing poetry and through it. my imagination expanded and I felt better! I rather be alone than to be accompanied by someone wearing a mask! You just keep living and then you die and if you don't leave your legacy behind for other human beings to learn from, then it means that you were already dead while alive. Well penned and poignant write! 10+++