Why Are We Not Superheroes?

Mirror

I show your skin and wear you thin,
Until there's nothing left within,
I shape your thoughts and mould your view,
Until you hate the sight of you.

I steal your youth and show your face,
With years you haven't lived in place,
A vain reaction, spiked with hate,
That keeps the would-be heroes late.

Clock

I taunt and mock you, whirring by,
A tick, a tock, my two hands fly,
I cut your time of joy in half,
While my compadres show their wrath.

Then, by the boss man and the school,
They have endorsed a newfound rule,
The college clocks and office phones,
Read twice as slow as monotones.

Money

I show you all a glimpse of death,
Your life before your final breath,
An endless travel, cold and grey,
Just waiting for the final day.

The prices rise, the taxes climb,
Us employees stand in our line,
The cards they play are dark and cruel,
We're practically on coal and gruel.

Night

Insomniacs and work and work,
For what we work should be which perk?
Our time is snapped before it starts,
A skipping, flat line on our hearts.

And, yet, through all these falling ranks,
We still survive the leeching banks,
We work too hard to live on zeroes,
Why are we not superheroes?