Thoughts of a Kryptonian
Movie: Man of Steel
Character: Clark Kent/Superman
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It's lonely, being the last of your kind. Most times I don't even notice it. I have Martha, and Lois; they fill my heart with much joy. But some days I'll just stop, whether it be at night in bed, or in the middle of the street. I am the last one. There's no one like me, there's no one from my home world, no one who truly understands the aching loneliness I feel. There's no one to tell me stories of Krypton, and what it was like, no one to tell me what the people were like, how they spoke, what their was like.
The human race sees me as only Superman, the alien. They theorize about how many different alien languages I speak, and throw about conspiracies that I am relaying messages to my home world about how to take over the world; to make themselves stronger. They will never understand that this is the only home that I will ever I know. They only see me as an alien, a distant god. They will never treat me as who I am, a human at heart.
I only an alien to them, yet still remain an alien to Krypton. I am adrift between the two, belonging to none. I am truly alone, an alien without a home.