I don't know what to say about myself. But i promise to complete this incomplete poem..

There once was this guy,

who worked at best buy.

He never said much,

and kept out of touch.

He'd try and he'd try,

say hello and good-bye,

but it was never enough,

he lacked the right stuff.

His only true friend,

was only pretend.

A voice in his brain,

that said things would change.

He'd laugh and he'd smile,

but knew all the while,

that turtles don't fly,

and boys never cry.

So that's how he lived,

with so much to give.

Loner to the core,

or so he swore...