Superman

Me=Disillusioned.

I pull away

I fight alone

I will not tell you

What is wrong

I feel myself slip

I begin to open up

I then close the cracks

And sew them back up

I always find a way

I avoid real sin

I try not to ever

Let my walls cave in

I will not see

I will not find

I will not get

A superman of a kind

So I won't let myself believe

I will not forget

I will never get a Superman

I'm more than willing to bet

So if it's true that  he won't ever come

I can't take time to whine and moan

I have to face the sheer facts

And be the Superman of my own

The End

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