I live a double life.
But I am no superhero.
I don’t have crowds
Chant my name.

No, this is different.
I come to this prison
Everyday, preparing
Me for the big bad world.
I step through those doors
And I am forced to change.

The constant assaults on my
Ego and confidence every day.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But names shall forever haunt me.

But I return from this prison and
I am back.
I go to the safe haven
And plot their downfall.

I sleep and let it all
Wash away, yet
From the darkness
Angry and sneering they come.
Their ghostly pale faces
Surround and circle me.
Faster. Faster. Stirring up a whirlwind in my head.
I stumble and fall.
Plummet into eternity.

Then, Nothing.

I wake from my slumber
And feel the drip of sweat.