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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741