A Fool Or Not A Fool

A 'Fool of a Took' he calls me

Invisible it makes me want to be

I wish I may, I wish I might

But, as always, I am, still, in his sight

I try to change, really I do

Yet he treats me as something scraped off a shoe

Why does he still treat me this way

Always to the Valar I pray

Unobtrusiveness I try to maintain

Yet it always seems to be in vain

How can it be, he always manages to see

The bad that must be welling within me