If the hero is the one
that always gets the girl
and never really has to sweat
knowing that he’ll end up winning
what does that make me?
Given all the times I’ve failed
stuck on the outside empty-handed
what role am I really playing?
Am I not the star
of my own perspective?
Am I just the recurring villain
in someone else’s story?
Why do I keep trying
when everyone that gets to know me
runs away when they start to see too much?
What lessons, what moral
is this tale supposed to teach?
What’s the object here?
All I’m getting out of this
is it’s better not to try
and that can’t be what I’m meant to learn
…can it?
