• My hero isn't someone you'd see,
    Flying up high above the clouds.
    My hero is someone that I greet every morning,
    With her hair just as messed up as mine,
    While we groggily drink our cups of coffee
    And wait 'till it's a quarter till 8 to get ready.
    She held me through deaths and deceiving,
    And pushed me to work harder on everything.
    Motivate me.
    She is always by my side.
    I see her in the glossy eyes of others,
    And the shiny windows surrounding.
    c**k my head and raise a brow,
    She mimics my moves like we are one,
    But only I know that we are polar opposites.
    I am the spring warmth, and she is the winter cold.
    She can stand up and oppose,
    While I sit and stare, without a peep.
    She is my hero because she is brave.
    How I wish I could become like her,
    But she won't allow me.
    Tells me I'm perfect this way.
    I still strive to be her.
    My other side, my hero.