Bench Press A Buick

I guess I didn’t know my own strength

Everyone believes, That no soul walking God’s Earth, Has seen the things they have, That what they have endured, Is far more tragic and traumatizing, Than their neighbors, That no one else has, Had it as rough as they, No other human understands their pain, Not anyone has had to deal with their struggles, Or had to walk a mile in their sneakers, That fact may be true, no doubt, No two people encounter the same hardships, Battle the same demons, Fight the same wars, We are all trying to survive, This crazy, chaotic ride, We call our lives, Trudging through the day to day, Striving for victory amongst mayhem and madness, The ups , the downs, The tears of joy, The pains of sorrow, The excitement of today, That we will regret tomorrow, Each of us dealt our own hand, Given one life to live, One chance to make a difference, A separate path, On the same road to an equal fate, Life is what you make it. No one should have to always, Have a run of bad luck, Allow their situation to mold who they are, Or be a victim of their circumstance. It has been said, YOu will not be handed any battle, You cannot handle or fight, Or the biggest battles are given, To the strongest soldiers. I must be a warrior by now, Covered in battle scars and bullet wounds, My entire life has been one battle after another, Each one designed to make you stronger than the one before, I’ve had one too many, I just can’t take it anymore, Why am I falling apart, I should be able to bench press a buick by now