I've never been one for second best

Always striving to be the apple of an eye

So I look for the best in people

But, I look to deep and see souls cry

They're hurting not for external reason

But rather experiencing their internal woes

We've all made mountains of other people

But you shouldn't make people into Superheroes

This poem is about: 
Our world


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