Feedback on this poem. its about myself and how i always screw up a good situation.?

Look at this guy he's the man. He's got a big plan. He's got followers and fans. He likes all the good bands. But there he stands... alone. He crys on the phone. Its all his fault he groans. Its a great chance again he's blown. Sitting high again on his blew it thrown. His mouth filled with a bad taste. He wonders how it went to waste. He just can't reach his happy place. Still looking for his saving grace. He wears the crown but his heart knows he's the clown. The king of lost again town.