Strong As A Lion, But As Week As A Bee

Living in a new world,

I got nowhere to go.

My brains aren't enough,

And my looks wont show.

I can be as strong as a lion,

but as weak as a bee.

I look all around me,

all i see is hate all towards me.

Hate me cause im tall?

Unique?

Maybe cause i love to speak?

Just because i dont have tears in my eyes,

does not mean i dont want to cry.

I wish i can fly to a place.

Where i can show my face and not be a disgrace.

Where i can say hi,

and not told bye.

Living in this world with nothing to show.

My brains isnt enough and my looks dont show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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