Somedays I Wish I Was Batman...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream

Up, up and away…away from me
It’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy…or anything…

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

Superman -Five For Fighting

...so that i could be a dark knight and kick major ass for the sake of vengance, and all that is good.

i had a hard day today, not hard as in difficult hard as in i am an emotional zombie right now. i got to work and theres always these two little girls that are there right at 6:45, today is payment day so i asked thier dad to go get the payment... while he was gone i noticed a bruise on one of the girls necks. i followed standard protocol and asked dad about it... thts where things got ugly. he said the girl was a liar and yelled at her for telling stories (i hadn't even asked her about them) then he backhanded the poor thing across the face right in front of me. i made the other person working with me take the girls and the rest of the kids to the cafeteria and call the cops i tried dealing with dad. i wanted to kill him, i literally wanted to grab the pen off my desk and stab it into his jugular. instead i just kept him from the girls and then let him run away cause i was afraid that he was going to hurt me. the idiot came back while i was writing out an incident report, the cops were in the cafeteria taking a report from the girls so i texted r- to tell her to send them over. i wanted so badly to hurt this man to yell and scream and belittle then skin and beat him, but i couldnt do anything, i couldnt even move, if i hadnt pissed him off enough to keep screaming at me he might be out there still. even thinking about it makes me sick. i have been dealing with cops and CYFD and CPS all day, those poor girls are going to become part of the system and i am afraid that they are going to get lost in it, and im afraid of what dad will do to them if they get out, and back to his hands. im kind of afraid for myself, when im angry i usually think i can take on just about anyone, but i'm afraid of this man.