Loser

I’m not accustomed to
Become a loser
I’m not prepared to
Ever surrender
And when I do, like a dead leaf
I crumble
A battered shrub
I now resemble

My body whole is
Filled with failure
My self-esteem—
Now just a fracture
My once hot blood
Sends me cold shivers
Where have they gone
My grand endeavours

And, worst of all, I had
Deceived you
Out of all people, I
Betrayed you
And then ran back to you
In shame
For you to save me
From my blame
once again

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My Triumph

Walking around in my underwear
I fear nothing
I have survived this day and
All its bashing
Watch me! As I grab him by the horns and
Seize the Day!
Turn him around to my advantage
And make him pay
For all the troubles that he gave me

I have battled
And emerged victorious
And my triumph has no limits
For yet stronger will I face the morrow
Now that my self-esteem has risen to new proportions
And shows no signs of dwindling

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