A ****,

I'm a ****, not the kind that you smoke
Although honestly now I wouldn't mind a ****.
I grow around other plants, some mature some in bloom,
And I grow sapping precious resources
And bringing nothing but gloom

Now you may say, "Nero! You write and play guitar! Surely self love can't be removed from you that far!
Well if you're like me, blessed early on with the ability to read,
And a young but bright intellect that made my eyes bleed
It's not surprising after years of pressure and high standards
And demands now matter how i tried I couldn't meet
It's hard not to see why, I think of myself as a ****

If I were super
I'd be no hero
I'd be the spirit of vengeance
For those too weak
To stand for themselves
The victims of the world
I'd spend every waking moment
Hunting down those
Who seek to destroy
Lives,
The rapists,  and killers,
Abusers, and bullies,
The corrupt,  and thieves
In all corners, in every tiny village
Every grand government building
All would pay
None would stay.
I'd be no hero
For I'd spare no mercy
I wouldn't make the world blind
Its been sightless
Since man learned to lie
If only I were super,
so I could not be a hero.