In my own world I'm a hero, always saving the day.
In his world I'm a zero, his accomplice that's just in his way.
I surround myself in drafts of what I wish things would be like,
But for every single point I score I also get a strike.

Trophies, friends, things I long for,
More than just boxes and sticks out that door.
Recognition for my talent, a little bit of money,
And coming home to a family, to brothers who love me.

This world is quite cruel, but I can cheat it.
I can get by with a computer and sharp wit.
I might never get the respect that I ask for,
But hey, with those guys, I couldn't ask for much more.

I can keep on going. I just have to believe.
Someday soon, I will be free.
Sure, I prefer my stories to all of you,
But you can have your fiction, and reality too.

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...Although I gotta admit, fictional Koma > nonfiction Koma. Man, why can't I have all that cool stuff? Aw, anyway. Finally a new poem, written after I discovered similarities between myself and a character from my favorite series from when I was younger. Who knew I could connect so well to that... Thing? This is shorter than usual, but I used most of my creativity on an animation I'm working on.