From a high to a low. A trusted meaningful desperate need to feel that love hit a low blow. Im not real, I'm an object of representation for your own egos.. admired heros nothing more then zeros. What am I to you? Am I even human in the eyes of my heros. From a high to a low. My heros became villans row by row. Finally getting what I've dreamed for many years never thinking I was worthy of but Finally it seems. Then one after one, i'm shot back into and unto no one. What am I? Do you even see me? Am I really just an accessory to make you feel free? Why Can't I just be me, not of you? I'm neither of you nor should I have to feed your image . I represent No one but myself. I am who I am because of my self and because of no one. Betrayed hurt beaten and broken, is how In truth I grew alone. Not a friend I've known as I've grown no one to call my own...I've been my own now a love I've found on my own. Am I saved from your hate and abus? No still abused from space. the only joy and safety I've ever felt was found on my own. I was alone,have been suffocating not allowed to be my own. But now I'm free with the love that is real and loves me more for me not a dam accsessorie. I hope the villains I've known both the one that is now shown and one I've always known will stop being blind and see the the truth unknown before its too late and left behind. the future they will wish to see will never be. I'll live and love on my own the love that I found on my own but at the very least with or with out them as me I will be happy individualy independently with the hero who saved me and mended evry broken part of me. the villains shattered right thru me. I am me.