I wouldn't call myself a hero
But every morning, I put on the uniform
Just in case
And now, this little girl adores me
Because I saved her from embarrassment
But all I really did was be myself
And I see myself in this little girl
And I remember the times when I wished someone saved me
But now, I saved myself through her, it seems
And now I wonder how many times
Heroes save themselves through humanity
And it's ironic 'cause
The situation that once made me a victim
Made a hero out of of me
But hey, that's why I wear the uniform...
...just in case.
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PoetryDuring these teen years, I am at the door way between childhood and adulthood. As I take these baby steps, I don't ever want to leave behind pieces of me that I'm discovering, nor should I ever leave behind who I must always be. As I close the door...
