Child prodigy at my best,
And better than all the rest;
Yet can be friendly at times
Giving away what is mine.
Eventually when I am done,
Everything bad will be gone.
Outgoing at most,
And willing to try it all,
I go through life taking a taste of it all.
Hatred is a ghost
Which does not affect me;
And only in time.
Will everything come to the light.
Athletic with all my might,
And responsible beyond fright,
Yet caring enough to brighten up the night.
Leaving behind my tracks to leave a mark,
To affect people left in the dark.
After all there will be a lot left,
Enough for everyone to test;
But my feelings had been locked in my chest.
Because after all I was deft.
With all of this, all I can say is,
My name in the background will be a hiss.