He sighs and confronts his enemy; the mirror.
Glaring back at the reflection that taunts him.
He wishes he could be perfect,
The way that she is.
He wishes that she could see everything in him.
He shrugs it off and gets ready for the day.
When he gets to school he sees her,
Chatting with a group of guys.
He turns his head and sighs,
Knowing he'll never belong to that crowd.
They're the guys who play all the sports,
And have the most money in town.
He tries not to think of her,
That smile, and that hair.
Oh, the smile; like that of an angel.
And the eyes, pools of heaven!
Shaking his head, he continues his work.
His mind clouded by thoughts of her.
If he changed himself, and joined that crowd,
Would she stop and stare,
Stare for countless minutes,
The way he'd gaze upon her.
Snatched from his day dream by the tone of the bell.
He walks off to class,
But the thought stays etched in his head.
Returning home, he heads to his room.
And is once again, confronted by the mirror.
It sits against the wall, mocking him.
Telling him he will never be good enough for her,
Telling him that she could never see in him what he sees in her.
Dragging him, dragging him down.
He sighs and shakes head, and takes down that tormenting mirror.
Smiling to himself, he says to no one.
"I can be apart of that crowd.
I will win her affections, but not by my looks.
I'll show her my heart, and my soul."
