M-Bean.

Now here's a male, encased by others opinions, shedding his shell in front of me.
I'm a smiling belligerent, uncertain but enticed by his security.

His stare, though empty, is sweet and serene,
Like I've stepped into a kind spinsters dream.

The thought that flows from him to me is a steady stream of inspiration,
It's powerful enough to change our entire digi-nation.

I'd like to say it's a pity that I'm not good enough to ever be with him,
But I prefer to dream and wistfully woo his every whim and grin.

Even if someone is breaking inside, in front of him and falling down,
I swear he'd always be there to pick them up from the ground.

But society has taught him otherwise, the expectations of others positively unbearable,
His actions towards others speak loud and clear, it's bloody terrible.

I believe otherwise though, and I'd like to hold hope in my soul for Max,
But then again, I've always been the one lounging around, watching peoples backs.