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Superman
Ooops! I seem to have tripped over your outstretched foot.
My fault, no need to help me up.
Could you please take your knee of my spine
It’s making my lungs collapse under the weight of your words.
I must have been clumsily lying on your path to imperfection!
If my mom dressed me, she forgot to invest in me.
My pants need a belt to hold them up while your pulling them down.
I mooned you again at your own request!
Money is of no value when it’s being beaten out of you.
Maybe you can buy a belt to keep your heart from slipping down into your shoes.
That squeaking sound they make when your walk all over me is so annoying.
It’s okay keep my Oreo’s, mix them in with your Doritos and crunch down on them,
The sound is loud enough to pop my ear drums and send a river of blood down my face
The face of someone who forgot to take a lesson from his sister
Forks in light sockets and walkers flying down stairs.
You should have called it a flyer
To announce my withdrawal from this battle I’ve been fighting for all 10 years
White flags don’t seem to say much when they all think you’re a fag
Won’t hurt me to take your pain away again
Force it back to the place from which it came
Your father is an alcoholic but it’s against the law for you to say he is
Does your mother find this okay?
Or are you to scared of what you’ll think of yourself if you turn to her for help?
Maybe she’s the one that’s forcing you to take his bull of dog shit,
And push it down with a glass of murk.
Don’t forget that this shit is heavy and it sticks to everything you touch!
Your hand is definitely touching to me
98 times my meager 17 yields an infinite number of ways to torture me
Your head couldn’t hold the valiums when you swallow them to help you sleep.
Only the dead dreams find ways to haunt your days
Nights taste like rain to the weeds that cloud your thoughts
Place it into words and take a picture with your hollow orbs.
You could never see the things that don’t move when you look at them
Thrust me to the wall, I’ve never been taken that far before.
Most people leave me stranded in an empty hall.
Kind enough to CARE e FOR YOU the burdens of your Sloppy Joe ways
And this man will never fall
Every time you need to install a floppy disk of sorrow
I’m the hard drive to absorb it before it’s deleted from the page.
He said that I was superman just because I made him believe in himself again.
Says I can do anything, but I don’t believe in them.
There’s a reason to save the world, but why bother when you can’t save one man.
Cancer takes away the choices that we’ve made
Nothing else matters when the conscience fades
I’m here for a reason!
I’m for you to pick on and put down, push around and step on.
What would you forget to do if nothing else mattered to you?
Is life such an accident then?
Flawed to perfection in order to show us how to be a man,
A superman.
I say I can’t do anything but this just isn’t so
I can make you feel important because you’ve got to be more important than me.
They say I can do anything but I don’t think so
I can’t make the stars fall from the sky or hold things that just aren’t mine
“You can do anything”
That isn’t so, because I can’t do anything that I don’t believe I can do.
In your life you’ll be wished for and wanted, but I’m not that kind of dream
You’ll be waited on and made to feel special but I’m not that kind of thing.
I’m just an empty thing, full of everyone else’s dreams
Full of all there shit, all there cares and sorrows.
He called me superman, but I’m not super, and I’m barely a man!
One of my favorite things I have read in a very long time. Sad but powerful fire burning in you.
no, this does not suck in the least. I think feelings written down never suck. Feelings are peotry, and you are very good at writing your feelings down. Good job!