An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers

D.C. Dreams

How do you see me?

Some girl with a relaxed smile,

A spin in her step

But this Louis Lane...

She's pissed.

She's enraged.

Boy, that smile is a lie.

See, I have a Bane of my own

The imagined embodiment of my depression

We fight all time

The same fight I watched my mother loose every day

But fighting never stops

Sometimes I wish it would

But I cannot win forever

And I refuse to die

So I'll fight my Bane

Even as it consumes more and more of those crimson chemicals

I wanna be Batman

Because he isn't afraid

I wanna be Batman

After all, doesn't every orphan child?

See Wonderwoman never lost her mother,

Never even needed a father

Well I needed a father

Superman had two

One who fought for his son

And one who raised the son of a high Kryptonian Lord as his own.

Well, my father was no Lord,

Nor was he a decent human being,

Not a fallen soldier like I'd always imagined

A Goony and a drug addict,

The trash and waste of the human race

It's because of him I run, driven from my past

But I am not the Flash

And I'm not that fast

I hate the people I meet

Because every single one of them partake of Daddy's vices

And half the men I meet, well they made mistakes

Mistakes like me

Their teeth Are daddy's rotting yellow

I hate them the most

I hate their yellow teeth

I hate their yellow hearts

Hate like only mistakes can hate

I wanna be Amazing

But it is entirely natural to fear spiders

I wanna be Wonderful

But what is wonderful when you wonder about what is wonderful?

I wanna be Super

But that just sounds silly

Silly, just like the imaginations of children

The imagination that hides behind the shadows of your mind

The same one that loves superheroes

Because they save you

Superheroes don't exist

But, baby, I wanna be Batman

So maybe I'll save you