Heroes I hang them on my wall, I watch them on TV, I buy them at the mall, To get away from me. Heroes If I can be like Mike, Or catch a ball like Rice, Or a coach who's good at psych, I could add to life some spice. Heroes Do I wear a cape and tights? A helmet, jersey, and pads? Or blue hair molded into spikes? And say, “Dude, that's rad”? Heroes What do I see in the mirror? Someone who wants to mimic All the heroes out of terror Of breaking—the pattern, My chains of expectations And prevent me From finding The hero within.