The little boy told his father that he was going to be superman.
He could survive anything and everything.
From the bad guys to the swords, he was going to save the world.
By the time he was 16
He sure was superman.
He fought the bad guys and the swords.
But people don't know is;
The bad guys were his thoughts
And the swords were his razor blades
He was trying to save the world
And one Sunday afternoon
Superman tried a new super power.
The ability to fly
He wanted to escape this world and go somewhere else
No more swords or bad guys
No more feeling alone
So he stood on too of this building trying to escape
And with one jump
He did.
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