Done

I'm not superman, I'm human. I have more sources to a kryptonite effect on me than one. I bleed when I'm hit and bleed even more when ma emotion is stabbed. Yes I can be irrational, over bearing & jealous. Incase you don't know, that's why I'm human. I trust no one but maself, yes I'm stubborn, helps me bring out the worst in people by pushing them to the edge. I'm not too good at asking questions cos I'd rather not be lied to; especially when emotions are involved.
Yes I may judge you differently.... Fuck being friends, I'd judge you if I have to bring out the truth and rub it in your face so you be conscious and not wanna do it again. You may hate me for it but that's me, my method and ma life.
I may be overly expressive and rub certain things in people's face but as of now, I give up. Yes, ma insides that used to feel quite colourful now seems to have one colour lasting several hours then switching as ma mood switches. Ma life is far from solitude, I still have a couple cheerleaders on the sideline bringing forth the ginger but to what purpose? Ma girl Ginger said "dude, you are young. Its cool to be you but don't take too much of the wrong things to heart". That's all I've been doing.
I'm done feeling like superman, no more knight in shiny armour effizzy, as superman, I played ma part but even superman didn't know everything + he couldn't save everyone at once. Once in a while, somethings still happened unnoticed. This aint about throwing in the white flag, this aint about phone calls, this aint about touchy words. I'm done being a super hero, whatever becomes of the city, I really don't wanna care cos ma city never really felt ma importance when I was just simply doing ma job.
No white flag but I throw in the towel, Mel signing out