Hero Story
I was always shown stories as a kid,
Heroes with capes and cowls taking center stage,
Talking, walking, beating crime down with style and flare,
Until I got older,
And I saw my own personal heroes fighting amongst themselves,
My batman yelling at a emotionally starved wonder woman,
As I hid in my fortress of solitude,
Hiding away with a knife in my hands.
It felt so strange when I saw that same knife on TV,
My first horror movie,
As it pierced the veil of a shower curtain.
I got back into superheroes as a teen,
Now no capes and a lot less glory than I had remembered,
Just The Boys showing me even superheros can be supervillains.
But I watched them with rapt attention
Watching as they burned the world around them, to a cheering crowd.
I wished to be them one day,
Able to do anything I wanted,
If I was a leader I’d burn down buildings too,
Its only fair,
Right?
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