Hearing my Insecurities

I hear them. I hear all of it. I hear everything.

I'm gifted to hear the cries and screams for help.

I'm gifted to hear the gunshots and bombs go off.

But. Instead.

I listen to gossip and insults towards myself.

I hear them. I hear all of it. I hear everything. 

Sometimes it's hard to block out what I should really be listening to and what I should really be acting on. 

Sometimes I want to run and help after I hear a cry, a gun, a scream, a bomb. 

I should do that, it's what I was born to do, but I don't. 

Not since I changed.

I'd rather know what people think of me. My insecurities are my priority. 

How can I change to make him love me? How can I change to have a perfect family?

What's wrong with me?

I am a super hero after all.

But this time I was the one to fall. Just like someone normal, not super at all.