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Not Sure What To Say

All of my hero's feel like ordinary people.
If you ignore the media
And the steeple.
Like smoke from their mouth
Until I can't breathe
And all my ideas go south.
My brain feels fuzzy and caught in a cloud
And when I try to remember
I can't make myself proud.
But back to my hero's
The ones who are strong
The ones who seem like they don't have to try at all.
It's hard to them when all I want to say is something nice
I try really hard but all I can come up with is ice.
Some of my hero's are probably cold as ice.
But the poem isn't important
At least not in the sense that I think
It is meant to give a message
Not that I'm sure it's one even I can read.
All I wanted to say
Was that there are people I'd love to meet
But they say never meet you hero's
Not that that'll stop me.