His vibes are well, not to be expected
My vibes aren't well, no apparent reason

His smile is true, I haven't a clue
My smile is false, completely repulsed

His eyes are bright, not overrun with fright
My eyes are faded, everything lost its shine

His skin is flawless, not an imperfection in sight
My skin is damaged, long jagged scars take over

His breathing is strong, oh so stable
My breathing is unsteady, never quite ready

His walk is tall, so sure of his actions
My walk is small, questioning each and every movement

His voice is smooth, soothing yet seducing
My voice is rough, disturbing to some

His mind is matured, not easily fooled
MY mind is dark, glass always half empty

His beliefs are firm, never questioning
MY beliefs are nonexistant, man has no hope

He is alive and well, doesn't need me
I'm barley surving, craving his attention

He is happy, completely at ease
I am slowly dying, time to stop trying.