I have a natural talent
To see the best in everyone
From boy to man
Girl to women
And everyone in between
Except for one
Myself
I peer into my soul
Yet nothing of a bright stature is seen
I see a little boy pretending to be a man
A little boy scared of himself
A little boy who's always picked last
A little boy who never comes first second or third
But last
A little boy that even if he does win
Never sees a victory but all the parts he screwed up on
A little boy who's scared more of his own demons
Then the evil of the world
A little boy who would rather go wondering alone at night
Then be at a party
A little boy who's soul is darker then just before the dawnAnd then people wonder why I hate the compliments that's are given to me
I'm not worthy of their kind words
I deserve the curses and swears that are spat
From the most vilest tongueA little boy who's never enough
Who can't stand to be like this
What options are left for him
When he's last in line
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Dark Times Around
ŞiirThis will be many poems of the mystery of depression and many different aspects of what causes it