To Become A God

I still belive that I can fly.

Secretly I have wings,

that strech aross the sky.

Sometimes I pay too much attention to these things.

I still think that to be "flawless."

Is to see three magic lines on my stomach and pointy bones,

that say I have control.

Sometimes I can't pump my wings.

I still think that to be "divine."

Is to be accepted,

by both genders for my genetics.

Somtimes I am not in control of these things.

I still want to be the emblem of perfection.

But that is to be seen as a god,

and while I know I can be special...

Most times I still struggle.