It's hard to answer the question,




"What's wrong?"




When nothing is right.




Maybe,




I am tired of trying,




Sick of crying,




I know I've been smiling,




But on the inside




I think I'm dying.




It’s weird,




How everybody's searching for a hero.




People need someone to look up to.




I never found anyone who fulfilled my need.




A very lonely place to be,




One could say.




So I learned to depend on me.




Everyone sees who I appear to be.




But only a few know the real me,




You only see what I choose to show.




There's so much behind my smile,




That you just don't know.




But that’s alright.




Because I don’t need a hero like you.




I am my own hero.




Me, myself, and I.