I write to write

To throw my words against a wall

And have them bounce back 

Through the ears of you all

 

I want the world's ear

So that I may whisper in it

Loud and clear. 

 

I want my words to help me fly

Like Superman, so that I can go up so high

And from the top of the world cry:

"THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS, MY WORDS, MY FIGHT." 

 

All packed in my mind, 

I have tons of these thoughts 

Like all those cars 

In Black Friday parking lots 

 

I just want a group of people 

To truly listen 

To watch my mouth run 

And my eyes glisten 

 

I want the world to hear me -- 

But for now, I'll settle 

For at least two or three. 

 

It's a tough, grueling road

To get yourself heard

It's easy to slip into that give-up-mode

But if my thoughts are my cape

Give or take

And my words are my mask 

Then my mind makes me my own hero

With one gloriouis task:

To defeat those who won't let me be heard

The villains of the story who will steal my word

I know it'll be hard, to defeat them all

But just like Superman

I gotta keep standing tall.