Maybe...

Secrets crawl inside the shadows,
Of the heart,
Of the mind,
Dwelling in the trenches of humanity,
MY humanity,
A place so inescapable,
So treacherous,
It is toxic within me...

To relieve my toxicity,
Would be to betray sanity,
To purge myself of loyalty,
To force myself to walk away,
One whisper to bring down a world,
My world...yours...

The only hope is slivers,
Tiny shards of the truth,
To cut you, burrow deep,
So that MAYBE you do not know,
Or maybe only in your slumber,
You figure out my ruse,
My secret,
My pain,
Maybe...

Maybe my toxicity spreads,
Maybe it isn't toxic to you,
Maybe it is what you need to hear,
Maybe it is what I should say,
Maybe...

It remains uncertain,
A million reasons to stay silent,
ONE to expose,
Maybe that's enough...
Maybe...

Sometimes...maybe....it isn't enough...

Hero?

Whether in the lights of humanity,
Or the darkness of a greater shadow,
Why should one ever try to be a hero?

Capes and crests are ever cliche'
X-ray vision, super strength, flight,
Impossible, yet a hero continues to fight
No villain stronger than life,
No doomsday just inevitable strife,
Why should one ever try to be a hero?

Damsels in distress?
Nuclear meltdown?
The...end...of...the...world?

WHY WOULD ONE EVER TRY TO BE A HERO?!

BECAUSE...

The world needs a hero,
They need a hero,
You need a hero...

OR MAYBE...

I need to be a hero...

MAYBE

I need to be YOUR hero...

To save a life,
To save two,
Maybe it isn't me....


Maybe...it's...you?

She Can't See Me

Why can't she see me?

Is it that I have spent so long pretending,
Made up lies so long, they seem never ending,
Making truly knowing not worthy of the energy expending,
Or the harsh realities, and confusing signals I am sending?

Could it be?

Acknowledging truth is often confusing,
Being afraid of those often seen using,
Fear of the deepest trust, and potential abusing,
Or does she just find this all rather amusing?

What is this game?

Allowing the baring souls to proliferate,
Without a shred of intention to reciprocate,
Occasionally drop a hint but never to elaborate,
Continuing with this problem, which she'll continue to exacerbate

Game over

Ending the transmission of salient emotions
Preventing the possibility of potential commotions
Eliminating care as an inevitable notion
To see a future broader than the expanse of an ocean

It is

The finish, the end, the climax and conclusion,
The result of dissolving and diminished delusions,
An ability to see beyond my tumultuous confusion,
Clarification of resulting illusions

She will see that

I am ordinarily typical,
With caring powers, not so mystical
An ability to think ever logistical,
Lacking self esteem, and rarely egotistical

I am...

Care with a name,
Taking the blame,
Never the same,
Emotionally untamed,
Rarely mundane,
Nary so vain,
Often just plain....

I see me...


Why can't she?