He holds treasure.

Every night.
he lies in bed.
thinking and thinking..
his confidence dead.

he's the Pop with no Corn.
the Love with no You
Amaze with no Zing.
knowing no luck will pull through.

with not the best looks.
or the best style.
if only they knew.
he'd make it worth while.

but none will acknowledge.
the little treasure chest..
which holds inside.
simply just the best.

they only see a rusty chest.
not realizing the treasure.
not caring for whats inside.
will it stay closed forever?