He leaves home early morning
Determined to make a difference
And to hell with all food , water and rest
Until he comes back
He stays quiet
Through all criticism, hurt and hatred and pain
Keeps it all safely tucked away
Unto the chambers of his secret room
Until it gets lonely and silent
And he's sure he can cry without disturbing anyone by
He pretends to be strong
Even when he is not
He goes to work everyday
Even when he doesn't want
He can't fever say no
For he burdens all the responsibilities. Alone
No one knows what's his name
You can call him a superhero
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