A poem about self-image.
On my game, I’m a warrior. My blog, a poet.
See me walking down the street, you wouldn’t know it.
In my world, a king.
In the real world, notta’ thing.
Well, that’s not true, I guess.
To some, I’m the best.
A king, or a poet, no.
But to some, a friend they’re happy to know.