Superhero

This poem is inspired by the Daughtry song: "Waiting for Superman".

Dark, cold, wild

Alone

Everything is rushing past me 

And I can't focus on any of them

Because I keep counting

Counting stars

Counting noises

Counting excuses

For how long? I haven't been keeping count

I'm out here

thinking I'd be free

But I feel just as trapped as I did behind that door

I don't know how long I've been out here

I just know this is the spot where you'd pick me up

The spot where you'd save me

After you've saved the day

It was after your fifth phone call

I started counting the time

It got harder to keep count of the excuses

Because they got multiplied by two

I spent the time you lost with a few strangers

Light, warm, wild

Wanted

I never thought I'd have to wait for my rescue

I never thought I'd spend so much time

counting.

But I guess I was too hurt to realize

This entire time

I was the one who was wearing the cape.