You meet and you talk
You smile and you walk
People are idealizing
Every movement that you make
Your heart burns and your skin feels tight
But no one knows that you're out of place
You're tired but no one's realizing
No one sees how hard you're trying
Finally noticing
That no one wants to meet you
They want a picture on a wall or an action figure
They want a hero, and you're weak
They wants jokes, but you feel meek
You try to hide
But people find
That superheroes aren't what you want them to be
YOU ARE READING
All The Little Things: a poetry book
PoetryA book of the little things I write. You will likely never find anything happy here. Some of it is rather bad. I don't claim to have a lot of knowledge or experience with the things I write about and I'd prefer if you'd refrain from commenting on my...
