I need to write a poem
about how
my thoughts
are
misperceived by me
I don’t believe
I’m a loser
The steps I take
betray me
Right
and
wrong
Carving
a way
to my destiny
is creating
something
that does not exist
the only way
it will happen
is
if
I believe
that something
that has never happened before
can happen
right
now