There was this fellow, who seemed very mellow, Yet when one asked me to write a poem about one self; He spoke very highly of himself; Cockiness; not at all he was a charming fellow, Who was always there when ones friend would fail; Showing her she could prevail Laughter filled his heart and thoughts filled his mind Most people would say he’s undefined I’d like to say he’s one of a kind A friend, a brother, a charmer Yet does he ever look deep within Or does one just pretend? Always there for someone in need But what about one’s self needs Shall I assume since you’re consider a charmer That you have plastic armor Pretend to be strong and bold When there’s a deep secret you hold? The charmer in one’s soul Blocks the secret he holds Never look too deep Might cause you to lose sleep Remember a charmer has a spell And never yells Goes on in life Yet can cut you like a knife Leaving a scar on your soul One may be blind and flatter you