My Hero
The boy from school would always pick on me.
He called me fat, stupid, and ugly.
I told him he would need me one day.
Of course he just laughed hysterically.
Walking home from school, I heard a loud crash.
It was him, the mean boy from class.
The car was turned over, upside down.
I ran to his rescue, to help him out.
When we were a few feet,
from the scene.
It all caught fire, the car is history.
He pulled closer, held onto me real tight.
With a look of regret, in his tear filled eyes.
He said im sorry, please forgive me.
Your now my hero, you came when I was in need.
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