We all grow up
Wanting to be the heroes
Of our own story

Blankets were our capes
When superpowered humans
Was something we saw our idols as

Tea parties and dollhouses
made us the princes and princesses
We only ever dreamt about

These heroes
That we believed ourselves to be
Were ways to fight all our monsters away

My monster still standing
Unbeaten
His cold heart yearning for my soul

To fight him
I never needed a superhuman
Or a prince in shining armor

All I had
Was a weak, malnourished
Jaded, abused, and abandoned

Witch

Like me, she's not very pretty
Kinda chubby and excruciatingly shy
And most of all she's a coward

She's afraid of the dark like me
She's afraid to face it
She's afraid it'll consume her

But I didn't create her
To help me fight my battles alone
I created her to help me fight for my loved ones

It's too late for me
Whether people believe me or not
But I can save the people I care about