A hero

a hero is what she needed, so she pleaded
but a hero never came

a savior was what she need for saving,
for she was a shame.

someone to hold her hand
and lead her down the evil path

someone to make her happy
and when she was sad, make her laugh.

a hero, nor savior, not even a friend ever came
she thought she was the one to blame.

she sat in misbelief, wondered, and cried
to find that perfect friend she tried.

with and bit of courage, self confidence,
and lack of self blame,
her own hero is what she became.

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