That Guy

I was that guy, that was in search of romance 
That really wasn’t the prototype so no one gave a chance 
I was that guy, that felt he had so much to give 
That was given life and told alone he should live 
I was that guy, that was some how so lost 
That wasn’t measured in value so no one asked the cost 
I was that guy, that for whatever reason was not the same 
That tasted those painful emotion seasoned in shame 
I was that guy, that many nights laid awake crying 
That refused to accept or believe otherwise denying 
I was that guy, that was afraid to express all of which he felt inside 
That was forced to separate his self-esteem from his pride 
Thus becoming that guy, that many said would not achieve success 
I am now that same guy but only now I possess….. 
That same romance that I searched to find 
For no one gives chances the choice is of the mind 
That same one who gave is now the one receiving 
For life leads to conviction and seeing is believing 
That which is lost, forgotten is only left to be found 
For self is to lose, suffer, and sacrifice to exceed bounds 
               But Yes I am still that same guy….