He's one of the popular Guys.
In popular things, he gets to make up the rule-
But sometimes, it's he I despise.
His status I envy, though I know I should not,
For it seems like he's got all the friends.
And while, at my school, many friends have I got,
At church, it seems his reign never ends.
Then one time, together, while in a church group,
This person I thought was so "cool",
Humbly admittant, is willing to stoop,
And say he's got no friends at school.
A sadness now wells up inside me
As I realize how wrong I had been.
What right had I to be angry?
Why have I committed this sin?
We both use silly humor to win people's care;
We both enjoy the same books.
We both are brothers in the faith that we share;
We're more alike than it looks.
At times I have felt I was better than him,
Or that I wasn't as good as he.
But those are times when my eyesight was dim,
For in the end, he's just like me.