Mistook for a hero
what was just another douchebag
Mistook for a cape
what was just a big red flag
Head in the clouds, so far out
Are you a bird, or are you a plane
I’m starting to figure it out
Crash landed here just to cause pain
Like the day of independence
Alien from outer space
You can keep that codependence
I should’ve Will Smithed your face
New world, new words
You’ve had trouble with my name
You would love to call me Lois
To keep me in my lane
Quick change, no surprise
Truth ricochet and don a disguise
Can’t stay on the handle so you fly off
Warm eyes, icy words even when you talk soft
And now you want to leave
Again go ahead and take flight
I can be the one to bring you down
I’ll be visiting your crypt tonight
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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"I should’ve Will Smithed your face" Lol that was my favourite line! Loved your poem!