Covered man,
By the pool,
Screaming at,
His favorite rock.

Says his rock,
Is not all talk,
But when it comes down to it,
It still can't walk.

Screams his rock is a fool,
Believing it is something it isn't.
A super powered demon rocker ladies man,
Please just shut up.

You aren't the pretty pictures,
Hanging on your wall.
A small grain of sand on the shore,
That is all you are.

Can't you see the problem?
Don't you know your wrong?
How are you content with being one of those blades of grass,
On their lawns?

A grain of sand for their castle.
A tear drop in their moat.
A penny in the sea of million dollars,
A person who doesn't want to standout.

Don't be someone who you aren't already,
I promise you someone out there will shower you with confetti,
Because of who you are.