I can sit on the highest of mountains.
Thats what people see. Thats what people want to see.
Happy, loving, smiling, full of energy.
Mania. My super power.
Rarely do they see the deepest shadows of my darkness.
The caves underneath that mountain.
Thats what people try to avoid.
Sadness, anger, guilt , and pain.
Depression. Also my super power.
I am Superman for people never showing weakness, so they don’t have to feel the pain I feel.
Protecting them from the thoughts that ruminate in my mind.
To guard them from the horror that stabs at my brain over and over and over again.
I do my best to shield the people from the overbearing laser beams of suffering.
If I’m their Superman, who’s mine?