Like I’m supposed to be able to carry the world on my shoulders..like Atlas
Like I’m supposed to know all the answers like Einstein
Like I’m supposed to influence thousands, even millions..like Martin Luther King
But what happens when you know..deep down..that you cant?
When you know youre not strong enough, smart enough, or brave enough?
I know these things. I know I cant do anything you think I can do. I am a loser.
And it breaks my heart that you think I’m Superman..because I cant be..your superman
I just cant…
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I edit and rewrote this poem. Originally not mine but from an old friend. A stranger; now…Â I suppose. The reason why I rewrote this, because it is very beautiful and that person used to mean a lot to me. Still do in a way… but its difficult.. Hope you guys like it.
My hands Shaking like a winter leaf clinging
to the tree against the frost-bitten
Howling wind
My legs buckle as if I am atlas holding the sky
Against this I cannot win It binds me
I am a redwood tree I cannot be moved
But If the skies will allow the wind to whisper
I will sway to its voice
If it […]