I am art





 I have a superpower,

To see the world,

Quiet differently.

I am Superman

and my superpower is humanity.


I endure, for the crowd.

for the crowd,

I am the voice of your pain,

just name, fame, and no gain.


I play with your subconscious mind,

because I am one of my kind.

I accept my scars, my flaws.

I make my rules

as if I am the law


I can make you laugh and cry at the same time.

And maybe make you question yourself.

And maybe this is my superpower

 to be selfless and worthy.

~rosh

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