Inner-superhero Sometimes I feel like a superhero without his powers, just very weak
like what if beast from X-men was illiterate, not able to write or read
Spidey with no webfluid, batman with a fat belly
ain’t that stupid..tell me
it’s like Gambit not beeing able to shuffle his own cards
or autobots not turning into cool and fast cars
Superman not beeing able to fly
and what if Johnny Storm from the fantastic four couldn’t FLAME-ON! but was
just a obnoxious regular guy.
Michelangelo from the turtles what if he can’t think of a cool joke?
and what if Mr fantastic was just Mr. regular bloke?
And if Aquaman can’t hold his breath
then wolverine is certainly not indestructible and eventually he will find
his death..
and eventhough for a while now he’s in there, got to remember..
professor Xavier wasn’t always in a wheelchair…
And what if daredevil was not so daring but just a blind lawyer,
what if Jack from Lost was able to kick the ass of Sawyer.
All these things wouldn’t be right, so I look for some reason in my rhyme
to figure out why my innersuperhero is having such a hard time. But then I
realize:
These bad thoughts are my kryptonite
and once I deal with them I’ll be allright.
my stress is like the Joker trying to drive me crazy
and magneto is manipulating trying to make me hate me
and the riddler asks riddles with his big question mark
and yeah it’s true that blade can only hunt for vampires while it’s dark
Agent smith from the matrix is thanking me
cause apperently I set him free
but the code is what I’m beginning to see
it says I can cry for help but the only superhero that will show up is… me
now if this was a movie… this would be the scene where the superhero rises
once again
you would see people praying and cheering me on while dealing with pain
they would be just silent frames… if it wasn’t for one sound
yeah.. that’s my epic theme song playing in the background
my innersuperhero is alive and more powerfull then ever
because my innersuperhero won’t be defeated by bad stuff….ever
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