My own hero
I am my own hero! if i wasnt my own hero i would be the villian of my own hero! i use to be the sweet one but now things change. i use to sleep but now i cant. Im clark kent when i pretend to be the other me! if i want to be a super hero i just wake up and if i cant sleep ill just take off! i am my peter parker when it comes with responsibilities! with that great power comes my great mind. If i was brought for one purpose was it to die at the end but set goals along the way? Or was i kept for ambitions and the right to say i love you to my other? I visually see myself as "normal" but it my head im clairvoyent to see my future a head in my head. My knowledge was not of school but the growing pains in my view! the ones i sleep with at night and say good morning too when i know i cant write! My kryptonite is my own failure to see whats bright and whats smoke and mirrors...... This world i live in i expect my future but i see i have to be my own hero for this i set my goal and wait for death! for it is i who will progress in life and knowledge and death only in taking away what i physically done but mentally able to see that not even death can see! My own hero. This is the life i grew up in this is the life i want to change for this i will write till im no longer aware of who i am to this i will write till im black and blue till this i will be my own hero.
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