He was a loser
one from the day he was born.
Against a fate he could never win,
against storms he could never sail,
against a life he was meant to survive but never live.
So he wore masks
just to feel like a hero.
To feel the praise.
To feel the eyes that looked at him
for someone he was not.
No one saw the blurry eyes.
No one saw the man
who never believed he was more
than flesh pretending to matter.
He wanted happiness
not the kind borrowed from applause.
He wanted freedom
not the kind earned through obedience.
But life watched him fight
for battles he was never meant to win.
Watched him beg.
Watched him hope.
Watched him give
and receive nothing in return.
Watched him try to speak his pain.
Watched him drown and immerse.
Watched the dark turn grey.
Watched the clear sky cloud over.
He was a loser in the game.
But then again
No winner takes it all.