Superman

Sometimes I wonder if I am Superman,
the way I can keep going even without a plan.
How can I keep from crumbling,
let alone walk without tumbling.
You ask so much of me,
to be the best I can be.
Tell me, can I patch up this battered old cape,
with only tape.
Have you ever wondered why I never yelped,
for help?
Maybe it is because I have lost my voice,
without a choice.
Even Superman has needs.
Even Superman can bleed.