My First Poem

An Ode to Self

He had trouble expressing his deepest emotion,

To the ones he called his friends and family.

He moved ahead in life in a carefree motion,

Ensuring that his face was like a smiley.

He had trouble accepting his flaws,

And had assumed the answers to everything.

He stayed aloof with his long claws,

With a sense of optimism that was compelling.

His life was a complete paradox,

As he loved and hated everybody.

While he wanted to be isolated in a box,

He also wanted to be loved by somebody.

His friends said that he had the heart of a child,

And all he wanted was to spread some joy.

He thought that he was one of a kind and ran wild,

Only to realize that, in this world, he was just a toy.

He lived his entire life in the past,

Even though he believed that he lived in the moment.

As everything around him started moving fast,

He knew that he was nothing but a disappointment.

Over time things changed and he became vulnerable,

And he soon started understanding his space.

He believed that he could be recoverable,

But alas, also believed that this was just a phase.

As he sat down to write this poem,

There was a melancholy in his heart.

All he wished was to find a home,

So that everything would just restart.


P.S The song for this poem will be: There Will Be Time by Mumford and Sons