she doesn't need a hero

she doesn't need a hero

she doesn't want a prince

she's not some princess in a tower surrounded by thorns below

she's been left before by princes and heros, she's been on her own ever since

don't get to close, her heart has its own armor

and its guard is her ribcage 

so don't try to harm her 

she has hardened with age

if you throw fire at her

she will come back swinging

- i am my own saviour

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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