A friend once came to me in need;

She didn't know who to believe

in a fight between her friend and me.

She said, "Why are you pretending?

Everyone knows, stop being condescending."

She said it like that, rhyme and everything.

I responded, "I didn't know who I could trust.

In a life like mine, these things can't be discussed.

I know that you think this is unjust,

but without what happened with that radioactive dust

I wouldn't have to ask you to readjust

to this life of mine. You just have to be focused 

and at the very least hide your disgust. 

I can't change what happened to me,

and now that you both know, I ask you to keep my identity

a secret. In this world, superheroes have a tendency

to be treated as if their mere existence is a felony.

I'm too young to be treated so contemptuously."

She was silent for a moment and looked disgruntled.

She spoke, "I understand they think your existence is a crime,

but is it necessary that we speak in rhyme?"

I wondered why she assumed this was the time

to bring up this habit of mine. "You know that in times of stress

I turn to poetry to help me repress 

all negative emotions I might express. These rhymes

are simply a defense mechanism I use in hard times,

just like how you taught me to cope using poetry. 

Is this really what you want to talk about?"

She shrugged, "Your superhero identity is important, no doubt.

But we have already hashed that out.

It's about time we discussed your coping style

and how you rely on poetry to-"

"No!" I interrupted. "You know nothing that rhymes 

with style is pertinent to the semantics of your message.

Oh no, I've stopped rhyming too. I'd better leave

before my emotions get out of hand. Contact me later

if you need a superhero savior."

I took off in the direction of the setting sun,

glad that our conversation was finally done.