Who am I?
I'm different. Yet is that so bad?
I'm green, I'm a jokester- quite funny actually, and I'm a hero.
So why did the Jokester, stop telling his jokes?
Why did the hero need saving?
How did my deep green skin, pale?
Betrayal? Grief? The loss of a friend? Was it her sacrifice? Or maybe it was just the tragedy of it all. The tragedy of my life.
Yet I'll bounce back. I always do; morph to any situation; otherwise it was all in vain. I have to bounce back. For them. For those I lost.