I'm not that smart but I'm something
I look like shit but I'm coming
I'm skinny and weak but I'm far from fragile
I'm Superman
I cannot fly and no,
I don't have lasers that shoot from my eyes but I've been faced with death plenty of times and since I can remember,
I've carried the world on my shoulders even though my back was broken and I needed surgery,
I used my pencil to dailback time and slow down the world to the pace that I liked because I have a lot to say in little time
I took the world and sharpened as many pencils as I could so I could write away my frustration and show myself
Why I'm Superman
My mind is ill
My words have died of cancer and my writing hand is paralyzed
I'm handicapped but that won't stop me from being who I know I can be
Faced with hard times but...