Superman
I feel like Superman,
The guy in the cape.
Like I have all the answers
Stamped all over my face.
I'm expected to be here,
Wherever, whenever.
But when are you there?
Not often, not ever.
I need more answers.
Is anyone there?
Just try to understand!
Why's is none of this fair?
As long as the answers
Are written on my face,
I guess I'll stay here
Cause I guess I'm worth the space.
And what if they leave?
If they somehow wash away...
Will someone give me an answer
Before i'm on my way?
I guess not,
But that's fine.
I'll make it, that I've shown.
But if anyone will help,
I need some saving of my own.
by
anonymousposted on 04/17/2008
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