I've always wanted to fly like Superman
I've always wanted to have the prescence of Batman
I have always wanted to get the girl like Spiderman
Mostly,
I've wanted to be a hero like Captain America

I've always wanted to save somebody
And the world if I could

But I can't
I'm no hero

If every villiain is the hero of his own story
Then what does that make me
Because I see myself as the villian
Surrounded by the heroes
All wearing their masks

I use to wear a mask
I took it off
But I don't look much different
My eyes were stained
Stained with the horrors of life

And look at me now
I am one of those horrors

I'm no hero
But I don't know what I am

Smooth strokes of a pen
Creating beautiful words
Perfect calligraphy

Written by a gentle hand
Unshaken
Drawing pictures
On clean paper

Pictures of shaping moments
Times of love
Of friendship
Of little butterflies
The fluttering wings showing sweet nerves

Ink flowing into lines
Making an aesthetic piece
Simple
Yet pleasing

Courage to move the pen
Bravery to create the next movement
Aware of the imperfections

Imperfections capable of straying from the perfect art
A splatter in the ink
A shake in the hand
A shift in the paper

Creating change
Change bringing possibilities
To do something new

Being a different type of beautiful
Force of going with the mistakes
Not being able to erase the marks
The shaping marks

But I’m not a pen
I don’t have the courage
I am afraid of change
Afraid of straying from the norm
Making my own creations

I am a pencil
A cautious pencil
Opportunity to hide mistakes
Opportunity to break in two
Opportunity to be written over

But it’s okay
I am a good pencil
I’ll let others be pens
Bold
Beautiful
Breathtaking
Pens

Every moment matters to me
My heart and soul are too fragile
And I can’t erase
What has been written by a pen

"It'll be alright"

I hate those words
In the times we say them
They are complete lies

You failed a test
"It'll be alright"
You broke your arm
"Don't worry, it'll be alright"
You're dog died
"It's okay, it'll be alright"
You're on your death bed
"It will all be alright"
The person you looked up to
The one that you wanted to proud of you
He died
Your mother
The one that was always there for you
Even when you didn't want her to be there
She died

"It'll be alright"

No, it is absolutely not alright
How could it be?
It can't be alright
These things, these people
They can't come back
No one can bring the dead to life

But what words should be said
Should we tell them the truth
Life won't be the same
They aren't ever coming back

No
So we all just lie
Because
"It'll be alright"

I've heard that you really don't know what you have until it's gone
Sadly now, I know it's true

It was not death itself that made me realize this
But the reaction of the one's it affected
The one man that would call me a friend
Broken
In tears
With his heart in pieces

And I couldn't do anything to help
I stood there as he sobbed
I watched his heart tear in pieces
He was helpless

I can't mend broken hearts
I don't have the right words

I've hadn't ever seen broken
Until I saw those tears
Rushing down his face

Then, I realized
I cannot mend a broken heart
I can't stop the tears from falling
I can't say the right words

I just have to watch
As the ones I tell myself I care about
Are ripped to shreds
By the death of a great man

So all I can do is
Hope and Pray
That one day
He'll be close to the same