Success (1)

I don't want to be known.
Not by neighbors or my friends.
Leave me be, dear family.
Wishing not to make amends.
To win is what others strive at.
I'll stick to the loosing streak.
Rather have them get the prize.
And grovel at their feet.
Feeble, wicked hands scortching with rage.
The reader becomes senseless to the words upon the page.
I do not wish to show them mommy.
He writes so clear and thin.
Perfection could never clearly ever cover him.
Daddy I am not your son.
So hallow he feels inside.
With twisted little smiles.
He has nothing to hide.
Tell dear brother to return my books.
Sister to mourn over my grave.
Aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews.
Tell them to look over me, watch what I do.
Keep me in the world.
Don't ever give out my name.
Cause family all I ever feared,
Was having a little fame.