Are you ever sick of being a hero?
You have your reputation on the line all the time and if you stuff up, you will never get a second chance.
You are perfect.
First impressions last and with every word you say, they will always be stuck in the minds of those who admire you.
You have learnt that impressions have always lasted
You smile and wave your hand at your fans, but you’re fighting the evil inside. The evil no one knows about because you don’t want them to fear for you, you feel as if it is your own burden to bear.
You never give up trying because the cost of failure is expensive.
The fame is imprinted in your name of being a hero. You live with this expectation on a daily basis. The pressure takes years away from your life, but you always wanted to die before you grew too old to move your delicate joints. You will not be strong enough and you have pondered about this for a very long time now.
Sooner or later they will find out that you are a fraud. You have reporters chasing after you everyday of your life. Is it worth it?
You hide behind a mask, but even when you walk in public, somehow you think everyone knows about your identity. Someone is pulling the plug on you and you can’t help but feel the overwhelming association you have to the source. You feel betrayed.
You learn to hide your identity and then you question who you really are.
Who will be the one to spill the truth about you? It just takes one picture … one failure.
It takes one failure for you to start doubting yourself. You could never fly away or try to turn back the hands of time. Even if you could, you would try to go invisible to hide from everyone, hide from those who need your help the most. Hide from yourself.
You are responsible, courageous; the role model people look up to. You take one wrong move and everyone will be questioning your ability.
You start to realise, “Even heroes know when to fall.”
Falling is something you never took too lightly. The word frustrated you. It reminded you of ‘failure’.
You have been dubbed ‘the nice guy who finishes last’; didn’t they know how fast you were? You had everything to lose at the start but nothing to gain from this story … your own story.
Even heroes need some company, but they never really had any friends. In the past they had all been jealous of these new found ‘powers’, and those who did feel like they stayed there until the end, they only pretended to be. As a hero, you always had enemies for company.
You still think about being a hero and saving those who need help, but I swear I heard you say, “A hero will not save me …”
Who will save you?
He stood by himself with only one path to walk … he stood still and the ground shook. Everything turned black and white. The pain he could stand. His body changed and there was no one on his side. He broke the dimensions of time and the Sun defined his own existence. Everything changed … he was, born again.