Except to complain and nag.
That shows a weakness,
Something I'll never admit I had.
I do not like it when people,
Sit for someone, and pity and morn.
One's who have self-esteem,
yet slash it until it's broken and torn.
Just because they want,
A complement from another.
Too many people look up to me,
Like my friends and little brother.
The little children at church,
Like Brittani, Brian, Cory, and Chad.
I just wish that I had someone,
Like that, kinda like a second Dad.
Someone to look up to,
To have someone to talk to.
I haven't ever had that,
So, this is what I'm gonna do.
I'm never going to appear,
helpless, hopless and weak.
And I'm going to have authority,
In my voice when I speak.
So I will look like a hero,
To them in their eyes.
So they can have hope,
Instead of the world's endless lies.
Therefore, I can't be like others,
Because I ain't got time to bleed.
Because I'm an unvolentered role model,
I didn't choose to be these kids' needs.
I have to watch what I say and do,
For I never know who is watching me.
So until that day when I pass away,
I'm going to be the Hero I wanted you to be.
Jeremy Davenport