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: