Super Hero
I'm super, i'm a hero but inside i'm broken like pieces of lead.
I'm magic, I have super powers but at night they don't keep me warm.
I'm safe from all danger but that doesn't mean that i'm not afraid.
Danger comes when it wants and sometimes I can't reflect pain.
Because when i'm just me and i'm not hiding behind some disguise
it really becomes real to me and i'm not a fictional Character.
And what happens then when i'm inviable again and people don't
see me as hero material, will I miss it? Will I miss this thrill of
people thinking that i'm invincible? They could always count on me to
be there when they fell, but what about when I fell? Was I even allowed
to not do well. Was I always expected to come when they called? Was I
that predictable? Did my disguise fool people into thinking that I was
immortal and that I had no feelings? But I just saved a baby from a burning
building how can I not have emotions? I always question myself, where should I
go who will be my next victim. Why can't life just settle? Why can't I not
exist at all as a super hero anymore? Why should I always be the one to save
you? Can't you save yourself and leave me alone so I can be who I really want
and that's me myself and I.
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