Super Hero
As he approach me with a grim on his face he lay his fist upon my innocent face.
Lord knows I can't escape because he is all that I have
It's true that I love him but I'm sick of being treated so wrongly
I stare deeply in the mirror trying to sooth my scars
Unfortunately I am still wounded inside
My heart is decapitating whenever I'm near him
I'm Falling apart I Scream out for help
Than I realized I can only help myself
I force a smile onto my cracked faded face
I wipe the tears and blood on my face and at that very moment I became my own super hero.
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