Hero
A scared teenager with a bleeding heart,
out to fight the evil that threatens the world.
But sometimes the evil is really within.
And it stays with the secrets unfurled.
I'm a hero to them now in their eyes,
but it's into their light I could never have gone.
Because then I would have been 'creepy', to be destroyed.
Now the truth can never be found.
So I fly above the trees, the roofs.
Refusing to let them see my face.
Because then I would be rejected to pain.
And followed back home to my base.
For the life of a hero is glorified.
As everything everyone sees.
And they'll never know how hard I wish,
that I had never been born me.
So I sigh every time I fight the 'evil'.
Because the real evil is in the world around.
The world that puts faith in those they don't know.
And expects them to be emotionally sound.
Looking at myself in the mirror,
I keep trying to figure out what hero means.
All I see when I look at myself now,
is a shattered reflection of a normal girl's dreams.