The Pleaser -
His best he gave
His 'blood, sweat and tears' he put in
He worked until he turned a skeleton
Yet, he wasn't appreciated.
He gave out his heart
His soul he willingly gave 'em
His smile he exchanged for their tears
Still, he wasn't loved.
All his love was savoured,
By angels and demons alike,
But he tasted non himself.
He struggled to blend in
Then lost his true self,
As he struggled to be noticed.
Nevertheless, they called him a simpleton.
He tried to please the world
So much that he failed
To please who matters - him.
Woe to him for all the wasted time and effort.
Contrariwise, happy he is.
For he has breath left- even if it's his last.
With the breath and time left,
He shall learn to appreciate himself,
Love his person, and be himself.
Never shall he seek the world's appreciation
For he shall be his Pleaser.