sometimes I feel invisible.
sometimes nothing feels right.
sometimes my bones ache
with the knowledge that
I’m not good enough.
sometimes this living
hurts me. sometimes my
x-ray vision shows me things
I’d rather not know.
sometimes my adamantium claws
carve up my own heart.
superfriends, save me
from the kryptonite
of my infinitely expanding

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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