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I’d feel uncomfortable in my costume
Like it would look right
On somebody else, but never me.
My cape would be made of insecurities
Always following, the wind whipping it
In my face at the poorest times.


I’d have a golden bucket of regrets
Tied around my ankle.
Its bang and clang would announce
My arrival, I’d mistake the sound
For echoes of nostalgia.
At first I’d draw strength from it,
And then I’d hate myself
For the thoughts of what could be.


No one would ever call on me.
Not a mayor, not even a scared child.
There wouldn’t be a light
Casting my symbol in the night.
I’d walk streets of self pity
Passing by the people
I could of actually helped.


My arch rival would devastate me
Ignoring my attempts for attention.
She'd tell me I wasn't worth her time
And I'd believe her.
I'd find a way to give up
More times than I tried.


If I were a superhero
I wouldn't be much different
From how I am now.
A combination of capable, incapable
Who's constantly unstable.
I couldn't save anyone,
Not even myself.