But I remember our talks and how I am good enough valueable enough to live good enough to love
The fact that you even doubted this was true begs for help. How can you feel so low as to deny yourself that right?
The seconds go by and you want to be him you need his strength and power and need to be exactly like him
I have to say i like this one pretty well. It works okay.
Overall this poem drags on. But i have to say it's forcibly sad. It makes it seem overdramatic. You seem to live for the drama in which you write. Don't allow yourself to be bottled up in your own grief for the little issues in your life. look at the good things, the things you have and love to have and do. The people who make you life worth it and write about them. How you feel when you're with them, or how you feel when the day is going well. Don't live in that overinflated ego of yours.
This is a wonderful poem, the thing is you don't get right down to the point. You drag it on and I find that it's to long. Maybe shorten it up. I like the flow and the imagery is nice. Wonderful write.