I’m not a soldier,
although at times,
I have a weapon.
I’m not a preacher,
although at times,
I have my followers.
Some of those,
haven’t experienced my power,
nor felt my presence.
There will come a day,
maybe for an hour,
I will be shown.
Forever known.
I’m not an enemy,
although at times,
I am on target.
I’m not a robot,
although at times,
I feel like a slave.
Many years,
of trying to prove,
my high wisdom.
It brought tears,
for trying to make others believe,
became a mission,
impossible to beat.
I’m not a father,
although at times,
I feel I need an offspring.
I’m not in love,
although at times,
I feel someone may love me.
Is it so wrong,
to show ones absolute gifts?
Why is the world indifferent,
to one's reign of success?
Perhaps pride is overloaded?
Maybe i'm vain?
Possibly the world is jeolous.
Surely i am delusional
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