The Hero in me

“The hero in me”  

Let’s discuss realities and the deep corner everyone denies to see  
To break things down about me  
this is a little trait of all the millions in me  
I am people’s rock who guides the helpless souls for free  
I open up my shoulders wide enough  
to carry heavy weights and groans and yes sometimes that could be my ecstasy  
 
They told me girl help me show me love and support and I  honestly not once refused to solve their complexities  
But wish they know i got deeper stuff in me  
I turned red, i turned white, and black and all the colors to match every person’s shade of color , but what about me?  
I lost all the colors I gave and eneded up being the emptiest fady sea  
 
The moment the curtains fall, and the sky becomes quieter, when birds and humans are in piece  
Expect the one the fights the four corners around and that is the pitty me  
I scream for help but where the ones I saved? They climbed enough on me to flee to their high tree  
Why do I have to be the hero that kills to save? I thought I value myself until  
I saw the mirror and felt a sympathy  
I am the master of solving but I struggle to fix the equations of my life, shame on me  
Now i guess i have to be  my own hero,  
Reflect on myself and close the door on them, like no ever exists but me  
tell them I come first then me and finally my own self, that needs pat for the hard work ,I preach!