Short(ish) poems

Hero.

You were my hero.

My Wonder Woman, my superwoman — ready to protect me no matter the cost.

I adored you; I adored how you went to work every day and helped people get better, I used to tell everyone how awesome you were!!!

But then I grew older.

I realized just because you helped people get better you never did yourself.

You got worse, crushing me like paper in your hands and leaving me to try and un-crumble myself.

Though like a piece of crumbled paper, the creases never quite thinned out.

I am still crumbling and cracking, deep lines running into my skin, as I sit here alone.
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Now I am my own hero.