I’m not Superman, I don’t float above the mess,
I don’t see through walls, I just guess.
Not Iron Man rich, no tech, no plan,
Just pockets full of hope and a shaking hand.
They all make it look so clean,
Cuts fade out by the next scene.
I’m not fast like the Flash when I’m running late,
Not strong like Thor when the storm won’t wait,
Not flawless like Ken in plastic light,
Not winning the war in a single night.
I’m just trying to do what I can do,
Be a little brave like normal people do.
I don’t rule thrones or survive the flames,
No prophecy whispers my name.
I wave no wand when the dark sets in,
Magic skips me, so I try again.
Every screen says save the day,
I’m just trying not to break.
I’m not chosen, cursed, or born to fly,
Not bending fate as the years go by.
But I show up tired, scared, and true,
Which might be heroic too.
If heroes bleed off screen like me,
Then maybe that’s the superpower nobody sees.
