Heroes save people by sacrificing their own lives
in battles against the villains.
But I am not a hero. I am just another civilian
who wants to be saved when my own thoughts
are attacking me.
I guess I am just that weak,
unable to stand for my own ground.
And I wonder not when no one comes over to help me win the game,
for heroes are too busy protecting the city.
And I am just another civilian.
Unfortunately, heroes don’t know
that there are bad guys in my mind too.
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
