Heroine Poem by Melissa Hennessy

Whats it to you to know who i really am? I'll just disappiont you clearly you wouldnt understand that I'm my own hero in this town and just cause your around doesn't change a thing.
Though things did change and I regret I wasn't myself. I was a fake and no one could help me or cure me BUT me.
Your words sicken me, and they are quite unclear and you being here doesnt change the fact that I lost it all. It was my dream! And my thoughts! But ALL your words! I can't live like you and I can't be you.
I sat in silence and neglected my inner being cause what i'm seeing now is the real you; the darkside of you. I wanna feel but its so surreal how departed you are.
And yet among the stars and the heavens I STILL can't find myself and Earth is like God's dusty shelf that sits untouched. Walking this ground and breathing the air around me doesnt make me feel alive. This world is dead and I'm dreading to tell you I was once too.
Stop looking for someone with passion cause we've all drowned in a deathly fashion! We're not real, we're not alive so maybe its time to turn out the lights and turn the backs toward me!
And you can leave the keys on my night stand but I've already ran - far far away from here. Way before you knew I was loosing into fear and reachin for a way out. And as I shouted no one heard! No one cared! And no one seemed to be real enough to feel my hearts desire for a way out of liars and into a life of scenic drives.
Despite my cries, I'm still stuck in this town with a feeling of desperation around me. Who can save me? Who can hear me? No one.
Only I can change and I have to want to, I have to DESIRE to be real and NOT feel, think, act or be you. I am my own hero and my own life that lives among the dead that can't see to be alive is to be free from your negative self.