okay I know I haven't put a poem in a while... sorry
Started as a little one
With a brain to big for her tiny body
Now that I've grown into it
I understand what others don't
It sure makes hard to live in world like this
I try to use my great talents
To get off of the ground and spread my wings
Too many people copy me
And push back down to my knees
Yea its hard
I am stuck
I am stuck
My information surrounds me
It makes my head hurt
Swallows me
In a world as big as this
You'd think they'd understand
When you just think for yourself
It's not hard to make a dream
Turn to reality
Instead you copy everyone else
Might as well glue her hair onto yours
If you're going to act like that
I look upon these great ideas
Looking for a great idea
That can manage to survive
Without any other kind
Of criticism
This world it copies too much
There are bright people who
sure do cover up
with the thoughts of other men
Nothing is owned anymore
Nothing is original anymore
Because we humans like to steal
We like to take it as ours
And bury the others in the dirt
Writers block It's so fun
To figure what I want to do
Without the words I need to express it
As what's mine
Thanks for reading. This would be a poem as I have writers block that I was singing out loud so I just wrote what I sang and then became this so I think I like it.
