A Simple Hero

Hero’s are chosen. I’m born one. Hero’s are needed. There’s enough to go around. Hero’s are special. There’s enough not to be special. Hero’s are powerful. I can’t snap metal with my fingertips. Hero’s are worshiped. No one knows me. Hero’s are good. That’s debatable. Hero’s are kids. They shouldn’t be. Hero’s are the best. Only when they save people. Simplicity is plain. So it is what I follow. I’m not special or physically strong. I’m just an average guy who isn’t needed in the grand scheme of things. So why should I care about anything at all? After all, I’m the kind of person heroes kill whilst ‘protecting’ the city. So when I can just die at anytime, I might as well be simple. Because simplicity doesn’t lie, unlike all those around me.