A beginning (Poem)

I am the man of my own dreams–

No one can walk in my path because I created it, so I shall step foot to it.

What I claim is my technique.

I have the skills no one has, therefore you stay out of my way.

One way or the other, I will surpass everyone.

I am a bold man with wise choices– 

No one will be as fearless as me, I might be selfish but I know my worth.

This is just how I am and no one will be able to stop me–

For I am, strength itself.

I don’t understand the concept of being too nice or a sensitive person.

You only live one life, so why not give it my best shot?

I’m persistent everything will go just as planned.

I am a shield of harmony, I know nothing else but to swing my sword. 

Don't ask if I will waste my time on such pests–

They're nothing but a nuisance to me.

Nothing special or different, they're the same as everyone else–

Speaks of dust.

When I run my fingers through an old wooden table, I see them.

I have no beloved because I am not trustworthy with that responsibility.

Everyone who comes my way will be destroyed without hesitation–

As easy as it sounds, they keep trying like a bug in my hair.

They try to drain my energy by being so dull–

Little do they know, I am what comes after "heaven” or "hell".

They won't experience what heaven is.

If I have to, I will reject everyone that comes my way.

No one will walk my path.