Underachieving Poems

The Heroine

At times of despair,

She glides through the air

To save all her fellow citizens.

She defeats all bandits

Scare them out of their wits

And return them all to prison

By day, a woman of anonymity,

Treated as if an abnormality,

But she never listen to criticism.

All that matters is their safety,

To sleep free from atrocity,

And to remove the city's scum.

The people grateful to the heroine

But every morning, their eyes narrowing.

Unknown is the hero by morn,

But never has that left her forlorn.

And nay does she care,

About the hatred that is there.

Her dedication and loyalty,

Are beyond compare.

She does not desire recognition,

Or to be the pride of the nation.

She simply craves to be a savior,

And to be the land's warrior