All about Poetic Desires

The Super In Front Of Hero

Strong willed, generous, beautiful.
Hurt heart, wet cheeks, Fresh blood.
Pretty smile, big heart, courageous.
Dark mask, hurt paths, always sad.
Pretty eyes, real story, realise that we all aren't happy we all aren't what we look like, see our capes dont fly right we still crash at night, in gaping wholes with no light like a forbidden flight. We still fall, we still crawl, but you ask why do we still smile right?
Because see when I look at you I see purity, everything it takes to remove pain. See the words you use so smooth remove's straine. When I look you in your eyes I see your soul it has a name, but why must we allow such pain to wrap chains around our names it is ensane how time changes, but still no fame?
Still locked up in the dark, still played like games. Still moving on our own, still feeling drained, still looked upon wrong because we ain't the same.
But yet we're needed, for societies events. Played like a trumpet on its own no lips, see you look at us and beat us with your eyes, see you smile in our face and keep telling us lies.
And when we turn our back, you start throwing knives.
But yet we're what you call super.
Breaking our back just to make sure you got it.
Living like a possum only eating at night, so good at hiding feelings people think that I'm right.
But learn the struggle has no name, or faces, and with the difference of the meaning, its not always a nice gesture. But we living in a cold cruel world and we are living unrecognized. See the super before hero is taken for granted. As a whole we must stand. So just take my hand regain our equality tis well deserved.