Cuts and bruises sting
But the words hurt worse than a poisonous venom
You pull yourself up
They knock you back down
If sticks and stones break bones while words never hurt you
Why does my heart ache so much more than my swollen face?
And if there will always be someone there for you
In your darkest moment
When your hurting most
Then where and who is my someone?
No,
I already know the answer to that
I am that someone now and always
I protect myself
I will save myself
I am my own hero
And I am others hero too
Younger siblings look up to me and close friends who rely on me
A brave face has to be put on for them
I don't sulk or cry
I am their hero
I stand up for the weak
Because I think I'm strong
I speak up for the shy
Because I worry I might be wrong
I get beaten and bruised
But I pick myself up
If anyone asks
My answers, I'm fine
But the truth is I'm lying
I act cheerful and funny
In my average disguise
With a superhero hiding inside
The Hulk builds my walls
Spiderman holds the binds
I have Superman in my heart
And Batman in my mind
I have the confidence of Thor
And I wont be backing down
Because all of me is a hero
Both for me and those around.
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Random poems I wrote: not funny random X( Dont like Dont read
PoetryThese are random poems I wrote some may be funny but not likely. They'll all probably turn out one of these Sad, utterly depressing, motivating, complaining about the screwed up world, disturbing, creepy, terrifying, or something else along these li...
