Rest that cape.
Give it a break.
Let them see the knives stabbed into your back.
Wounds fresh.
Your spine hanging out like rotten cord wires.
Peel your mask off.
Let them feel your wavy wrinkles.
Pop your buttons open.
Stand naked.
Let them see you covered with flesh.
Your skin marred from saving others.
And before you close your eyes
Why do you ask yourself?
'How many people did I give life today?'
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Growing
PoetryA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
