Kryptonite

You try so hard to be everywhere and everything
Superman, superman, what’s your kryptonite?
You wait expectantly, but no praises do I sing
If you would show humility I just might
But you call me an ungrateful thing
You are vying for attention and holding grudges
For every unrecognized good deed
I am crying silently, my makeup’s smudging
Because the burden falls on me
To stroke a pride which never budges

Superman, where is your humble grace?
I see your expectations, they are written on your face
My algorithm’s all askew because I’ve asked too much of you
Oh, super man, why don’t you write a letter?
Spill out all your angst and release this vendetta

You have something to teach, and I am all ears
Until you stab me with your words
Tiny daggers elicit my bitter tears
You are superman but I am just a girl
That’s all I’ve become in all these years
Superman, I’ve found your kryptonite
The thing that can cripple you mid-flight
Your own pride and masochism are dangerous mechanisms
Oh, super man, won’t you come down from the clouds?
Savor the reality of living on the ground
I don’t want your kindness
Laced with malice
I don’t want your service
If it’s a risk
Don’t waste your good-hearted deeds on me
If you can’t carry them with humility