Failure Poem by Ahmed Elbadri

What am I truly. In this world full of hate, anger, and death. What would a child like myself be called.

A boy that can only give his kindness and loyalty if asked to. Some will tell you that this man is willing to give his life for anyone. Others will say this boy is simply stupid.

If time is so precious and worth money, friends would say he gives his time freely and without concern for him self. He will give his money to the needy without regard to his well being. Others would describe me as moronic.

His closest friends will describe him as the structure that holds them up. The rock that will keep them on solid ground for when their emothions carries them away. His shoulders are used to hold the tower of piza up. He allows himself to be hurt, insulted, and betrayed but will not show his wrath to anyone. To do so would bring hell upon this earth.

I would be called and angel to many but stupid to others but what matter is how I feel and I feel like a failure.