The Inner Critic [Completed]

Being a superhero

I know I wasn't born a superhero
But, if I were, I'd save the world, and let it blossom and grow
Not the way it is
But the way I miss
I miss the naiveté I had as a kid
Not knowing the real world yet because, inside, I had a lid
I had a lid inside by being naive
But what more do you want of a little girl with a little sleeve?
Would you want me to know everything I know now?
Would it be okay for a little girl to grow up too mature too quickly, somehow?
I don't think you'd want that from me
Because, I wouldn't want that from me, see?
So, if I were a superhero flying through the sky
Would I be saving the world without being asked questions like why?
Or would I be a superhero constantly questioned for doing a good deed?
Even if I did it with the ability of speed?

I miss the old world I knew back then
Because, then, I could be a superhero without the question of when
When could I be a superhero, I didn't ask myself at all
Because, as a youngster, I thought I knew it all, so I stood tall even though I was small
So, being a superhero for me at a young age was a possibility
But, the problem was, I didn't know superheros existed back then, because I didn't let myself see
So, being a superhero would let me save the world one step at a time
When there's something taking place, and it might be a crime
I'd save them from facing prison for the rest of their life
But being a superhero would also cause me strife
Because being a superhero would not be an easy feat
I would rather be me even if that isn't neat