I’ve been writing a poem for sixteen years now

But never once had the courage to pick up a pen

I think it’s because throughout the 16 years I’ve lived I’ve been very content with the situations I’ve been placed in.

My aura is sheltered

My demeanor is silence

I speak for all the people who are just like me

Leaders

Not easily broken  

Battling with the toxic pain that our hearts have been soaked in

I can feel pain too

Although to you I seem like a one man army

Defying the odds

And when I return home from battle I still receive a round of applause

But I don’t deserve it

Because

Even if I wanted to I’m not strong enough to win this war against Emotions

Regardless of all of your past notions

I cry sometimes even though you’ll never again hear me admit it

Oh so you think my insides are made of steel?

I’d like to think so...

So we can roll with it

Now

I know you see me as your superman

But just remember he has pitfalls too

But through anything you don’t have to question my being there for you

And if you ever seem to forget the struggles we’ve been through

I’ll remind you that a wise man gave me my clue

I’ll once again pass it on to you

He told me

The only way out is the way through.