Alternate Universe Where I’m Superman For My Earth
After getting out this phone booth
From answering the calls for help
I strip the costume off of me
And in the process, my feelings
I don't want to be Superman but
I hear this cry for help
That pierces into my heart
From a friend asking me to save
The Metropolis in their mind
From the villain in their self
This be the origin story
I lived in an infinite crisis
In which I might not always
make it to the next issue,
not even the next page
So If I can be the sun
I want to give you the strength
to see a brighter day
.
My alias be Strong Friend, Ride-Or-Die
Ol Reliable, The Compatriot Confidant
The Man Who Has Everything Under Control
if I become the answer to the call for help
I marveled in that,
but as the ink dries
the plot thickens,
The responsibility is thick when
giving a part of yourself to others
Imagine the appreciation and suffering
I take when I see you as kryptonite,
A piece that reminds me of a home
that can also do damage to me
Becoming weak when you
drain my energy for your own.
Friendship shouldn't be made a weapon
so instead of being the man of steel
I turned into this fortress of solitude
Invulnerable in my introvert,
show no cracks in myself.
Hardened my skin,
Like I don't need to be saved
So when I cried for help
I waited for the man of tomorrow
And after days of that tomorrow decayed
All I heard back was
My own echo traveling
Towards me.
Asking why don’t I look in the mirror
But waiting for Superman feels like it’s own power
Having faith and hope in patience
that someone is coming to save the day.
And I gave power to that patience
Lifted spirits the same way a 1950’s car levitates
Away from an endangered bystander
Again I am not superman
I am more Mister Miracle
Not because of the miracles
But because my power is escapism
Using the panels of people’s problems
To mask what i truly wanted to face
My cape is a drape that hid struggle I faced
And I don’t want to keep this identity
I am learning to become
The hero for myself
Escape the phantom zone
Representing my repressed self
By facing my battles on
A two-faced man once said
You can die a hero
Or live long enough to see
the villain in yourself.
If I had to choose.
I just want to live long enough
Where someone will reach out
To see if I need to be saved
