I love him as much as I love me.
I watch him with hopeful eyes.
Wishing one day to be just as he,
But I know that anything I do will only receive disappointed sighs.
He slightly smiles at what I believe I do best,
All doubtfulness flees my body,
I am sure he will finally be at rest,
But all he does is say how my work was shoddy.
To think that that almost smile built up all that confidence,
Once again, to have it torn down,
My effort was coming in an abundance,
Yet I still say I will try harder, only to receive a frown.
I paint a smile on my face,
But I can’t help the lone tear that streaks my cheek.
I should have known this would be just like the other days.
Shouldn’t I already be used to the usual critique?
No matter how hard I am trying, one look will have me unnerved.
For him I’m the epitome of imperfection.
For him the others will always have a special part of his heart reserved.
Can’t he see that I’m vying for his affection.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Leslie Roman.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?