Original Self

He wanted to be the best,
Higher than all the rest.
So he could finally beat everyone,
He believed it was time he won.

Truly he was the swiftest fighter,
Deep down he was even a great writer.
But something was building up inside,
Taking away all his pride.

He looked at all the pain,
That he caused just for his gain.
Even though he thought he would be best,
All his actions caused hate from all the rest.

He put down his knife,
To start a new life.
He wanted to be the original him,
Without his heart being dim.

Then she came,
With love as her game.
She charished his looks,
Even all of his books.

Soon he thought he was where I needed to be,
His future he could see.
But the thing inside,
Began to grow wide.

It grew to a great mass,
With thoughts that soon away he would pass.
But his wife,
Wanted him to stay in her life.
So he told her...

"My dear,
I am here,
To stay with you in your heart.
I have since the very start.
Please be happy with your life,
And never pick up a knife.
Unless to cook a great meal,
Be happy forever that you can still feel.
I love you,
Go through life knowing that I do."