Unoffical Superman Poem by Queen Taz

How can i take on the world, when im tried of fighting?
Many people depend solely on me....but who can i run too?
They say im invincible that i cant take on anything that comes my way;
so why is it that i feel so defeated?
What if I needed someone to save me who would relieve me of my troubles.
They say im made of steal, but how come every hit thrown i feel?
How can i do right when afterward i feel wrong?
My costume is a disguise to hide the true me...but what am i really hiding if i wear a mask that allows my opponents to see the real me through my eyes.-Especially when its said to be the window to our lives...How can one have the responsibility of saving millions.....Am i really superman then if no one problems i can fix or if i couldn't save the world, or if i couldn't give the best advice, or if my strength wouldn't suffice, or if i had no control over my own life......What savior would i be.....I couldn't be SUPERMAN NO NOT ME.