The Man I Know

The man I know wasn't so weak.

The man I loved wasn't so weak.

The man I supported for many years,

Who I followed to Tokyo

And lived through hell to support

Was not so weak.

How can you just give up?

Give up on your childhood dream

That you've been aiming for since a kid

That you've been honing those

Guitar skills of yours in the dark,

Singing so that you may always win-

Even that body of yours

That you've always taken care of

So that one day you may be the best!

Wasn't that the dream?

Your dream?

So how can you give up?

And because of one little beagle

That will never live up to its bark?

Were you so weak?

Where is the Sho that shined so brightly in the dark?

Where is the Sho that I supported all this time?

You've never faltered or gave up.

You always talked about being the best

And after a long time of hard work,

You were close to that goal…

Yet now a pup is in your path

And you're falling…

Falling…

falling…

Sho,

That time when we broke up

You clearly told me to top you.

Yet once I even get near your footsteps,

You fall down and don't get back up.

What happened to those big words?

That big, egoistic smile

That was annoying to see

But refreshing all the same…

The proud smile that said everything will be alright.

Man up,

Man up to the man you always were.

Don't lie down planting mushrooms everywhere you go.

When you lose and fall down,

Then all you got to do is stand back up

And fight back with all the more determination.

Isn't that how we did things?

Weren't we always fighting for those eight years

With greater foes and higher walls?

Yet we did it. You did it.

You became a bright, shining star.

And now you are just going to give up?

Man up, Sho.

You weren't this stupid;

You were a hard-working fool

And that's all you need to keep going.


A/N: Hardly romantic and hardly a poem. But I think that that was how Kyoko was feeling when she saw Sho in depression after meeting Reino. It wasn't love or anger or anything like that...

It's just pretty pathetic to see someone so proud and tall fall down. Call him a bastard, but that suits him way better than depression or losing ever did.