Heroes
…and while everyone writes their own story,
I am stuck between these lines.
For if I dipped my soul, into the ink they flow,
I too would speak their lies.
For I am a victim of my mind.
Stuck inside a prison, there behind my eyes.
Though no matter how loud I scream,
no one can hear my cries.
it is fine.
For I, the villain, accept my fate.
As my silence, would have never let me fade.
To be naive in a world on fire, death,
and I no longer hold my breath.
Though they hear my words,
few have seen there, through.
If my eyes are made of glass,
come close enough to see me too.
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