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Don't Rip My Mask Off

By Mrunal Nerkar
Let me tell you a little secret. 
Illusion sits on my fingertips. 
I'm a superhero, a superhero. Just don't rip my mask off. 
I am dominoes falling, I am dumb luck, 
I'm a hot mess of harmfulness. 
But I hide, I hide it so well, with stories of glory. 
I hear you say, that sometimes it is unbelievable the places I get, 
That too without breaking a sweat.
I smile and I shrug it off (but I question too) 
All is say is, "I'm a superhero, a superhero. Just don't rip my mask off. " 
I fear stepping into the daylight,
So I operate in the darkness of the night,
Weaving tapestries of illusion, 
My lies clouding your vision. 
But I'm a fraud, I'm a phony. 
I hope you never catch me. 
There's only for so long I can fool you. 
My death amounts to my life, sum zero. 
But I'm a superhero, I'm a superhero. 
Just don't rip my mask off. 
My illusion is nothing but tragic. 
Yet I proudly call it magic. 
For my final trick I'll let this illusion shatter,
Imposter Syndrome it is called, for worse or better. 
Ladies and gentlemen, I'll request you to stay in your seats. 
Because I'm a superhero, a superhero. Just don't rip my mask off. 
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Superpower'

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