Separated departed,
Wasted and discarded,
Feared by those afraid,
From always being played,
To a player,
Out looking in,
To being one to always win,
Small to huge,
Spark to a fuse,
What some people don't understand,
Is that strong people were always there in the first hand,
No,
They were there when they took a stand,
They were always pushed around,
And no one ever heard a sound,
Through all the thuds and pounds,
Day after day,
Week after week,
They realized they could have a say,
In what they were to speak,
They learned just because they never had a hero,
Doesn't mean they can't be someone else's,
Saving victims and hostages,
Which fills all of their knowledges,
But no its not pretend,
It's just what you intend,
And what you mend,
It's just what young ones might say,
Whether here or far away,
Future past or today,
They will look at you dead in the eye,
And speak the truth and no lie,
Whether they say it to your face,
Or just a whisper in your ear,
No matter what,
These five words will make your eyes tear,
Bringing their fear from ten to zero,
They'll say,
"You are my Super Hero."
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Heart And Soul
RandomPoems from my heart and soul obviously. I hope you people enjoy them. ~Thank you~