I strive for greatness,
That much I can tell you.
I lurk on the surface where he resides,
his glaring eyes punishing me with a stare.
I wish for him to be proud of what he molded,
but instead I am scornfully gifted only disapproval and shame.
Today I learned something disdainful and gloom,
I man I call my hero is a monster,
and I fear that one day I will become his shadow.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
I strive for greatness,
That much I can tell you.
I lurk on the surface where he resides,
his glaring eyes punishing me with a stare.
I wish for him to be proud of what he molded,
but instead I am scornfully gifted only disapproval and shame.
Today I learned something disdainful and gloom,
I man I call my hero is a monster,
and I fear that one day I will become his shadow.
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