Kryptonite

The S on my Chest should be for stupid and not super

We both go through pain

But I’m more quiet about mine

Have you ever been in the room where people know somethings wrong but you keep telling them you’re fine

My exterior is so strong but I’m shattered inside

How can superman be prone to self sabotage

Looking at in the mirror even makes me wanna hide from myself

Bad coping mechanisms no I’m not well

I spent so much time with the hell

But what we had burnt slow

Are used to light up when I saw you

No I don’t even glow

Shit hurts

I do everything but burst into tears when you come around

My heart used to beat like bongos

Now it don’t even make a sound

Hopefully I have the courage One day to feel super again

And have sense enough to be my own Superman

If I had the chance to do it again

I would do it right

Here we go as I take flight again

Still trying to convince myself that I’m Superman