Especially once I touched your hand
Would you let me down,
if you could fully understand?
The shadow, the depths,
of my dark gloomy thoughts.
Shinny trinkets make me feel like I'm sold,
but never bought.
Trapped by false hopes,
perpetrated by my own mind.
Aided by your words of encouragement.
How does one deal with always being second best?
Always being told it was never a test.
Knowing, you don't deserve any less
You deserve way more.
Not showing enough people in life the door.
You hold on to tight.
To those blind perceptions of night.
Hoping the boyish charm
will win through, and maybe one day
Someone will choose you.
But until then
what is a boy to do?
He shines his silver medal.
That's second place to me and you.
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This is interesting. I hear a rhythm as I read it. Consider adding "for all to view" to the last line. This way the rhythm ends smoothly. You know this poem says a lot about you (assuming you wrote it in your own voice). I can read it several times and get to understand this person more and more. Nice work!
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