The mind of the mighty
You point out that I seem a bit overly
Secure in how I speak
But the voice you here is cleverly
My hidden meek
Strength divided by my brain
Which not many see.
And it is brisk like a rain
That fall upon a tree.
Horrid horrid the show of might
Which blows the others back
To see my true color and to see me fight
And to see me be is what keeps them in track.
Toil in your endless stream
Or in subconscious the place of dreams
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As a young guy sometimes i feel like there is a lot of pressure on me. Writing poems helps me ease a lot of my stress. i love to make fictional characters and tell their lives through these poems.
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