I find myself drawn to
people of such conviction;
with such passion and such zeal
for the things they adore.

I find myself painted by
their spirit and their sorrow
I witness how bright their fires burn,
how they color the world around them,
and find myself starstruck in awe
of how some people can just be so special

I count my blessings for the great fortune
to have spent days with such people
There's nothing I would wish to change
of their nature or the memories we made
For the world shines brighter with their light,
and as do I.

But I cannot help but draw a heavy sigh
and shed many a lonely tear
for I'll never find a place in their conviction
no matter how much I vie

And I'll be left with my own conviction
my love for those people and my stories
for whom I am never enough
and that which I do not deserve

A/N: I really wish I could rhyme. I feel like I could make this poem much better by making it rhyme. I wish I could do this poem and the feelings inside me justice by making it as beautiful as I can. To make it the artistic masterpiece it deserves to be. But I possess neither the time nor the skill. Oh well...

I should study.