Invisibly Independent Poem by Kevin Kappler

I am Invisibly Independent
A strong machine roaring inventive processes outwardly
As the manager, a friend, and a critic
Fails to see his damages making a dent
Into my side, that possesses the "Superman's Weakness"
The Kryptonite is My Charity and Sensitivity.
Does one use this to their advantage?
"Control this weakling and reap the fruits of his labors? "
No1
He does not know...as I become even stronger, inside..
I shall rise up and smack down his over-inflated pride.
He need not run me like a corporation
But need me as a friend
Instead of Bawling my soul out for Kiddyish mistakes
He needs to wake from his slumber
and Ill faded upbringing
And allow this bird
to start singing, freely.