This one is by Phrimna Valerious! (sorry for putting it up a week late...I was ill :'()
This one is written in Matchmaking-Tyson's POV. Pretty cool!
I AM TYSON
I am Tyson
that doesn't get into the ring.
It's my sense and soul
that I want unfettered
so, I strive to find its meaning.
Till I do the only person I fight is me
and the war is waged within.
Except for the championships
I really dont much fit in.
not that I would try to show
but its hard to digest
that it was just a phase.
Really trying hard to come out of this thing.
Its not always perfect when I feel
like I am not really important.
But yeah, iam trying.
So I change,push,pull,adjust
and try new things.
I would be jack of all trades
if I didnt quit, so easy, so quick.
Trying to hear my heart
thumping to the throbbing music
yeah thats the very tunes
I swear to myself I am addicted.
A day or two past
solitude is what I really crave.
So I try and be humble
wait on tables and smile
some of them are forced
with a clenched fist behind.
Sometimes they just stare
matybe confused about the geniality or otherwise
then I break into a really seething warm smile
but well thats whats life.
Sometimes all I need is a direction
some freedom and well, a job to survive.
So I took to drive that cab
allow myself to get lost
intending to be found.
The reality kicked in pretty fast
theres a lot of rules, speed breakers
traffic signals , speed limits
and a thickening, sometimes
honking deafening traffic.
But then did I forget to mention
the police van trailing behind.
I guess I am angry or maybe disappointed
with everything that comes in preview
of time and space including myself.
On a friends night out
all I find is their smirks and scorns.
GOD, I am so done with being put down.
Maybe I should date around
dont complain because I am
not your prince charming
in a shiny tin wrap around.
I can be cheeky and blunt
the atmosphere with which I walk about.
This is how I validate myself
on what grounds, I know not.
I really dont get myself, most of the times.
I believe I cant recreate back
all those days and the win
but it seems I am so accustomed
nothing ever shall really quell that thirst.
I percieve the void will be there forever
but forever is too long a course to traverse.
I wish that just like a jig saw puzzle
the missing piece would fit in perfectly.
And no, I am not talking about my ego.
I hate to admit but I guess
thats just exactly the way I feel.
Dont want to sneak in and
change her shampoo bottle for a dye.
No, its not attention deficit disorder
though it would be flattering to feel important.
But this time its all for the gags.
Besides she looks ummm...exquisite
with the breeze and the flowing green hair
but seriously, like I care.
Just enjoy the hilarity and fun
dont take it to your heart
because I didnt mean to hurt or harm.
I am Tyson
trying to create an impact
even when all its seen is on my ego and crudeness
outside the championships titles and
in the real world as they said I must survive.
But I really didnt mean to hurt or harm
I am neither good with compliments
nor have I acquised the gentlemanly knowledge of apologising.
so like I said earlier
I am Tyson
lets see how this one goes...
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