Honour: Honour Among Superheroes

I don't have a great origin story.

Unlike most heroes, my story is kind of dull - I've had my powers since my birth.

Unless you'd consider most childbirth gory,

There's nothing to distinguish mine from every other child on Earth

I was personally tutored from a young age

Taught multiple types of Engineering, I could get degrees overnight

Though my education was not just based on the page

See it was considered compulsory for me to learn how to fight

And I was great at my crafts

I became one of the strongest superheroes ever known

To oppose me was considered daft

I was a king of fear, who wasn't even aware he had a throne

I had been blessed with many powers

Which meant that there was no equal to me on the streets

Yet I wondered for many any hour

If there would be something that would eventually lead me to defeat

I became introspective of my plight

I turned to studies in a way no hero has before

Mine was a different kind of fight

One no one could have dreamt would be in store

So I studied philosophy

Tried to work out the motive behind my actions

I studied psychology

Why heroes and villains would always be split into factions 

I took a very bold decision

I talked to my nemeses, to all who opposed me

But I could never envision

The final result of my extended study

See, humans are a competitive race

We can't stand to be less good at anything than a rival

There's no greater insult than second place

So, with utmost certainty, I could predict the next great arrival

That if I kept on as I was

One would soon arrive who could match my strength

It would happen because

I'd cornered the enemy and hustled them at length

Either they gave up and went home

A rule of fear from my power controlling them at last

Or they would gather up every tome

To summon a rival, and they'd do it fast

So I made a choice

A final addition of the superhero coda

I summoned strength in my voice

And announced my heroing days as over

It was difficult

And draw so many criticisms and complaints

There grew cults

Worshipping me as Antichrist and saint

For I did not give my reason

I could not make the system self-aware

So my actions were simply treason

As for my motives, they didn't care

I still long for duty

I still long for such simple, straight forward solutions

Yet they'll never recruit me

My restraint must hold with resolution

The greatest act

That I'll ever do, with whom's legacy I am smitten

That I am in fact

The best hero, by being none, shall never be written