Mike

Let me introduce you to Mike,
I'm proud to say that he has no pride,
What I said above,I mean it,
For he never,for anything,saw himself fit.


Yet,he behaves many a times,strange,
If others found him unfit,he would fly up a rage,
There are but a few things he valued,
If he found a friend,he would remain with them,glued.


He sold his heart to the needy,
He looked with spite on the greedy,
He was very young,yet he wanted,
To be good,helpful,kind and undaunted.


He was a very serious and sad lad,
Many thought his actions to be mad,
He wanted to be good in other's eyes,but in vain,
For one small wrong action,and all is washed away like rain.


He was a lad with a conflicted mind,
He was never clear what to abide,
To betrayal,he was no stranger,
For he knew first-hand from those he held dear.


He was negative,pessimistic and in pain,
He thought any attempt he made would be in vain,
Pity was something he loved,
No matter how or from who,pity he welcomed.


He was known for his short temper,
Yet he begged to show that he was also tender,
To anyone who'd ask,help he would give,
If he would refuse,then he wouldn't live.


He loved technology and video games,
He was bad at remembering dates and names,
Like most,he too believed in true love,
He wished she would love him,and as a sign,release the dove.


He hated to look at his reflection,
He felt his ugliness was beyond comprehension,
He wished there would be someone,
Who wouldn't say hurtful things, at least for once.


He struggled to find the right words,
That would set him free like the birds,
He wished he could laugh and smile more,
But he always knew he had a sad core.


He wanted to know the aim of life,
He wanted to end the struggle and strife,
He sometimes thought everything would end,
When things were too damaged for him to mend.


Above all,he is thankful,
To the one above,who is merciful,
He wishes he wouldn't wake up from his dreams,
For in dreams,everything is what it seems.


Last but not the least,I mention,
That he is a coward filled with tension,
Every night,filled with regret he would lay,
For he knows it is himself he had betrayed......