Hey, folks, typical disclaimer routine. Boo Radley is not my property, he's the intellectual property of Harper Lee. Second, please review my stories and poetry (thanks Azure).
Seclusion
To some, I am legend
To other, an average guy
If I were a hero
I think I would die
But then again, I am dead
For ages, I've drifted
Seemingly invincible
The weight of mortality is lifted
Riddles surround me
The kids think I'm a hero
But deep inside
I know I'm a zero
By treating me as a legend
They think I'm happy
But if they want my happiness
They would let me be
I want seclusion
That's all I ask
Can they aid me
In this simple task
And yet, somehow
I'm bound to them
The Finch kids, I mean
Scout and Jem
Why is this fact?
Well, maybe it could-
No, it can't be-
Could it be that the world is good?
Could it be that
That Scout and Jem
Have shown me that humans
Are more like them?
No, that can't be
Humans are racists
They're unmannered
And they're sexists
Or could it have been me
My heart as black as coal
I owe Scout and Jem
They saved my soul