My superhuman abilities were a blessing and a curse
For although in place to protect me, they often did quite the reverse
Faster than a speeding bullet and more powerful than a locomotive
Who was going to save Superman when he lost the will to continue floating.
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound yet matters of the heart tore me apart like kryptonite
Unsure if I could go on with emotions coursing through my veins electrifying me like dynamite
It was easier to be unfeeling, numb to man's nuances and moods
Life was less revealing, when I was thought of as crude
Grief stricken without a spell or potion to ease the pain
Sadness engulfed the superhuman, casting a shadow cloud of sorrow on my Herculean frame
With a brave face on, I returned to fight crimes and matters not of the heart
Renewed confidence and faith in myself as I crossed my heart and hoped to be stronger and not so easily torn apart
Invincible again, no magic needed to know I will not surrender to defeat
The road to recovery was lined with obstacles that kept me from becoming obsolete
Shapeshifting past of mine, I often chose to hide rather than stand out and be misunderstood
It took me long enough to accept the subjective nature of bad and good
Still soaring high above the skies saving everybody else from crime
Even the ability to heal oneself and flight can grow old after some time
Desperate for a cure or even someone to lean on for a helping hand
A friend, or an ally that will see me as an equal and not as Superman
So what if I have powers that make me slightly different from the rest
I still yearn to find someone with whom I can watch the sun rise in the west
When will I meet my own personal Lois Lane?
That will treat me with love and respect, and stimulate my brain?
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