My hero is not a like the rest, mine has changed over the years. <br />A 5years old would say a cartoon creation, children are inanest, they don’t know my pain. <br />At the age of 9 its manly a fiction carter from moves, but there not real, they are only imaginary. <br />As a teen we don’t use hero’s in every day life, there to child like. <br />I do not have a hero, I’m driftnet than them. <br />Mine is not fiction. Mine is not real. <br />I cant feel your skin any more. <br />You are not here. <br />You left me alone, in the cold and in my worst year. <br />It was no enough seeing me cry over my family, over my friends. <br />So you left me. <br />I was scared, I still am, I fought to keep your spirit alive. <br />I do not know what a hero is. <br />I do not care.<br /><br />Jenny Molloy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hero-50/
