As the stereotype predicts, I'm a 13 year-old kid with glasses. Have weird hair. Awkward smile.
And I go to school. All alone. Have no friends.
People laugh at me when I'm standing.
They laugh at me when I fall down.
And I eat my lunch alone.
I'm a bookworm.
And I always know the answer.
I have a cat.
I'm everything you think I am. I'm nothing you think I am.
I have fear, jealousy, hatred. I have passion, affection and love.
I am flesh, bones and red just like you are.
I don't have any magical abilities.
I'm too simple to be called a superhero.
I'm too ordinary to save the world.
I'm too fragile to fight against the rocky evil.
I'm no superhero. Because I can't fly. Have no cape. Don't have laser eyes nor do I have a supercar. My wrists don't shoot spider webs. No joker is interested in my life.
I'm a boy who has legs that know how to explore the earth. Barefoot. Under water. Inch deep in snow. In the mud. On grassy fields. On brown, crispy, withered leaves.
I'm a boy who has hands that know how to give. Eyes that know how to "not look for flaws." Eyes that know how to cry.
I'm a boy who lets others win. Because in the end nothing really matters.
I'm you-man. I'm everyone you meet. Being everyone is my superpower. Say hello if you recognize me.
I live in you. I live in me.
Not the end
I die in you. I die in me.