I grew up to rooting on the underdog,
but turned into the person who crushed them.
I spent countless nights writing poetry about the people I loved
but ended up being labeled the antagonist of the story.
I was the gentle giant who went down his righteous path
but accidentally crushed innocent people along the way.

Some people were born with all the right intentions
but all the wrong characteristics.
A person who hurts another person unknowingly
should still have all the rights of a person who didn't.
Or perhaps that’s backwards,      
Perhaps we really belong in the trash.

Every now and again spawned from this tyranny
is a leader.
A person who is at the top
but feels sorrow and remorse for those they hurt along the way.
A person who won’t stop giving
until they have filled the debt they have created, and then some.

Being an inspiration isn't about optimism
nor is it about knowing just what to say when you are given a chance.
It’s more about living life in a rhythm
not torn and withered after meeting everyone's demands.

So **** tired,
But I can not sleep.
Because I won’t be hers,
And I feel so weak
Against what occurs,
Not a word I’ll speak
For I’ll share my heat.
I’ll put her first,
And kiss her cheek.
When she’s her worse
I’ll lift her to the peak.

With infinite knowledge,
And maybe the last dance.
Won’t stop until the law’s abolished,
Not until we can share the same glance.