The Death Poems: Collection 3

Still

Are you feeling ever so happy

Happy for what you have done

I don't see why you had to kill me

But you're still not number one

You will always be behind

You will always be overlooked

You won't control another's mind

And your goose will be cooked

You will still be a coward

You don't have the will to fight

And you can't move onward

Into the dark or into the light

You'll be forever waiting

For something to come along

The target of your hating

That will make you look strong

You will still be weak

You won't be number one

You will always be meek

No matter what you have done