Just a short note. Of course I don't own any of the characters. I heard the
song by Five for Fighting and felt inspired to write a little something
about it. SO here it is….
It's Not Easy
Superman stared into Lois' eyes, seeing love and admiration burn back into his own. He leaned forward as if to kiss her, but caught himself at the last minute. He couldn't do this. He saw the disappointment in Lois, he knew that she wanted to kiss him and love him.
No. She wanted Superman, a mythical superhuman she created. She'd never want him. With that realisation, Clark threw himself through the window and flew straight up, trying to escape his own dreams and tears. He soared through the dark sky, ignoring the biting cold of the pressing wind.
He loved Lois with so much passion, with such a burning desire that it was becoming harder to hold himself back. But he had to. He'd tried so hard, but she didn't love him. She didn't love Clark, but merely regarded him as an annoying fly that won't leave her alone.
He climbed harder, trying to escape the web he'd created. The darkness of the night sky enveloped him, creating a blanket of stars for comfort. Sometimes, he wished he hadn't come up with the idea of an alternate identity. People saw a superhero, somebody they expected to help them in any situation. Nobody cared about him individually. Nobody cared about Superman, the human. They ignored that fact. He was just a pretty face, the saviour of Metropolis. And he had to sacrifice himself and his love for that role. Was it worth it?
Endlessly on display, he was treated like a piece of meat by the women of Metropolis; especially one reporter. None of them took the time to know him. And to top it all of, everyone ignored Clark Kent.
Except Mason Drake. Clark had to smile. She was the one woman in the entire city who saw past the façade. The one woman who had attempted to capture his heart. If only his heart didn't belong to another.
Clark floated amongst the clouds, trying to gain some depth to this situation. All of his life he wanted to help people. Now, all he wanted was Lois. He wanted Lois to love him. But he knew, that as long as she held this torch for Superman, it would never happen.
With that thought, he raced back to his room. He wanted to get out of the sky, to escape one of the things that made him different. He wanted to escape Superman, if just for half an hour. He wanted to escape this identity and just be…normal. Like everyone else. He just wanted to be a normal person, someone who didn't suffer with super powers or an identity crisis.
A soft breeze flew in, gently touching his skin. Clark closed his eyes, savouring the simple moment.
"It's not easy," he thought, "To be me."
It's Not Easy
Superman stared into Lois' eyes, seeing love and admiration burn back into his own. He leaned forward as if to kiss her, but caught himself at the last minute. He couldn't do this. He saw the disappointment in Lois, he knew that she wanted to kiss him and love him.
No. She wanted Superman, a mythical superhuman she created. She'd never want him. With that realisation, Clark threw himself through the window and flew straight up, trying to escape his own dreams and tears. He soared through the dark sky, ignoring the biting cold of the pressing wind.
He loved Lois with so much passion, with such a burning desire that it was becoming harder to hold himself back. But he had to. He'd tried so hard, but she didn't love him. She didn't love Clark, but merely regarded him as an annoying fly that won't leave her alone.
He climbed harder, trying to escape the web he'd created. The darkness of the night sky enveloped him, creating a blanket of stars for comfort. Sometimes, he wished he hadn't come up with the idea of an alternate identity. People saw a superhero, somebody they expected to help them in any situation. Nobody cared about him individually. Nobody cared about Superman, the human. They ignored that fact. He was just a pretty face, the saviour of Metropolis. And he had to sacrifice himself and his love for that role. Was it worth it?
Endlessly on display, he was treated like a piece of meat by the women of Metropolis; especially one reporter. None of them took the time to know him. And to top it all of, everyone ignored Clark Kent.
Except Mason Drake. Clark had to smile. She was the one woman in the entire city who saw past the façade. The one woman who had attempted to capture his heart. If only his heart didn't belong to another.
Clark floated amongst the clouds, trying to gain some depth to this situation. All of his life he wanted to help people. Now, all he wanted was Lois. He wanted Lois to love him. But he knew, that as long as she held this torch for Superman, it would never happen.
With that thought, he raced back to his room. He wanted to get out of the sky, to escape one of the things that made him different. He wanted to escape Superman, if just for half an hour. He wanted to escape this identity and just be…normal. Like everyone else. He just wanted to be a normal person, someone who didn't suffer with super powers or an identity crisis.
A soft breeze flew in, gently touching his skin. Clark closed his eyes, savouring the simple moment.
"It's not easy," he thought, "To be me."