Superheroes
Superheroes,
that's what you think your parents are
cape flowing in the wind, endless power, taking on evil and saving your broken heart.
This image makes a home in your brain for awhile, but at some point it burns.
You see the woman , you once thought was a superhero,
with tears streaming down her face.
Now she's a victim.
You see the man, you once saw as a superhero,
with hands balled into fists.
Now he's the villian.
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