Take Back Your Superpower
Save The Brutal For Inside
it's a brutal facade
that I mask with a smile
in the image of god
when my life is on trial
everything that I say
everything that I do
has a precise part to play
when it comes to the rules
It's a hard line to trace
when you're held to the fire
every line on your face
tells the world you're tired
makes you the target
when they get bored with the last
they'll never let you forget
those mistakes from the past
the only way that you win
the only way out of that box
is to paste on that grin
like a sly sneaky fox
let them believe it won't matter
the games that they play
become the crazy mad hatter
and then they'll go away
cause the pleasure is better
if it causes you pain
if they can steal your sweater
while you stand in the rain
but when you dance in the puddles
and laugh at the sky
it makes them befuddled
that they can't make you cry
only you can decide when enough is enough
only you can wield that kind of power
take it and smile or call out their bluff
with your own butt kicking superpower
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
We should all use our superpowers when needed. Who knows what would happen.
Pretty much my philosophy. Kill them with kindness. The best way to get even is to do nothing at all. It will drive them crazy waiting the rest of their lives for the hammer to fall.
"When you're held to the fire / every line on your face / tells the world you're tired", wow! That is one amazing description. Loved this one!
Amen, sista! This should be printed and framed!