Book of hidden poetry

Mystery

If you're a fan of stories
Or just a nosy person with the love for hot gossip
Then you might know a story
You might know this story
About a character, the main character
He is envied throughout the story, throughout the land
In the face of all adversity, him being a gambler, he gambles
Knowing fully he has a better hand
Though he has more admirers than a full palm of sand
Our hero is famous for the battles he has won
And for the one loss he's never had

If you cower at the victorious for never losing
Then you're not ready for the dawn
Not the early morning light to bring about your day
But the dawn of the realization that someone else possess more danger
Imagine for a while, The vanquished
Imagine the heart of a loser
So many defeats
So many failed plans
Too many criticisms to take
Too many heartaches
I hate trying
I hate fixing another problem
All to showcase my mastery m
All to accompany my misery
But misery loves company so I'm not alone
I'm never alone
Except in my defeat
Where it's just me the whys, the ifs and ors.
A deadly mix to wash down my despair
Over and over until i can't feel a thing
Over and over till i can't get up any longer
With the passing of everyday
With every loss, every defeat
I wonder, ask and ponder
What would victory feel like?
What is victory to me?
I who wants to win at all cost
I who has already paid the cost
Or so i think

I, the vanquished
I, the defeated
I, the loser
I, must be a mystery to you
Why do i think i am more dangerous?
Why do i get more powerful, losing?
Do you know why i get up after every defeat?
Do you know why i must win?
Do you know how i plan to win?
You however do know who i am.
I am the vanquished.
I am a mystery.
A mystery not for you to solve.
But for you to watch unfold.
I am the mystery.