My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Competition

I can't stand the taste,

The blood on my face

It's better to assume I'm better than you,

It's better if I believe it's true

If I'm to exceed you

Why doesn't it view true?

I wish for a notice,

I need a fair trial

They only see,

The popular glee

Shut in a cage,

Imprisoned by the famous

The credit I wish, I'm too weak

I could write forever,

But soon they will sever, my hope

In the end I suppose,

It's better to believe I'm better.