No One Cares About Superman
I’ve saved the day…so many.
With a cape that’s now tattered and torn.
Bullets are starting to pierce me,
with an ego that’s badly worn.
I do not wear any more disguises,
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim.
People still pass on by me,
and take no notice of this hero’s pain.
Go on and send up your beacon,
these wounds are barely healed.
From the kryptonite of being forgotten,
a power that strongly wields.
No one cares about Superman,
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry?
Only, until one day needs saving,
and he no longer wants to fly.