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.