What I'm Not
Why can't they see?
Are they really so blind?
Why can't they see,
what I'm not?
I'm not supergirl,
I'm not a comic book hero.
I just can't keep going for ever, I'm not eternity,
I have to run out.
The label they want me to wear,
is far to hot.
It burns my hands with blood.
I have no box,
down deep inside,
were I can hide it away.
I have no bravery,
real nor fake.
Are they really so blind,
that they can't see this?
Or do they just not want to see.
Do they just not want to know?
Why can't they see,
why wont they accept,
what I'm not?