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Made Of Steel

Let me crawl to the very end,
because this is already over.
We fight like dogs,
the savage warriors,
the hopeless murderers,
Killing all the ones that are wrong.
so we pray for humility,
but we face mediocrity.
Always falling short of his glory.

I feel stupid and worthless,
so here are my fists bloodier then yours,
and here is my heart slowly decaying.
I am not a saint nor a superhero,
I am not made of steel,
I don't wear an "S" on my chest,
and I am not bullet proof.
I am a loser.

We lose that is what we do best,
Crying our eyes out,
Screaming at the ceiling,
We fail because we were lied to.
We struggle because we were abused,
We allow him to build us up,
but you always tears us apart.
you crush this ever breaking heart.

Won't you load up on guns,
and take me for what I am worth,
because I am not your sure bet,
I won't carry you to safety.
I am not your saving grace,
I am not made of steel,
I don't wear an "S" on my chest,
and I will never be bullet proof
I am useless.

Note; I realize that this poem is very depressing, but that was my point. I am not saying God can't provide and I am not discounting God at all. It is more disgracing "Men" in the world today. We live in a world where if us as men aren't something great it means we aren't strong. This is breaking that mold, by as a young man I am saying I am not strong, I cry, I struggle with sin, I am not perfect or something more; like Superman. I have been through a lot in my life and it has made me strong, but I am not made of steel. Sometimes I feel like I am a loser because I am not this typically manly man, and other times I feel like I can't protect you from the dangers of this world, this makes me feel useless. I want to be able to do my job but I fail. This makes me want to try harder and never give up. You can say I am a lover not a fighter but I don't think that describes this poem. This is about confession, and telling the truth.

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