I find myself gasping for air that can’t be found, looking for a source of light so I can see where I am but there seems to be none just darkness all around me, and so this is how it ends how I go out, my final act to try and make a difference in this world for the better made mine so much worse my attempts to help those in need, made them think I was a villain just because of my unorthodox methods, no-one was harmed but me, only did I harm myself to protect the many, so why am I labeled a villain when I’m being the very definition of a hero someone who is willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good, I’m willing to give my life for complete strangers who are not the least grateful , they’re hateful and spiteful never once has anyone I save has thanked me for saving them and in the end, I feel as though I causing more harm than I’m mending, I’ve never hurt anyone but myself when I save them, when I sacrifice myself, to help them so why am I labeled a monster, a villain, an abhorrent creature, when all I’m trying to do is help, be what I always wanted to be, someone’s hero, I understand that there will always be people who wish to bring others down with a reason or not, but could I at least receive a thank you, or at least not called a monster when I save them, but that would go against being a hero, I’m second guessing myself, but I can't help but wonder why people hate the ones that save them, is it because I’m scary, or is it I look dangerous maybe it’s the way I smile, I know I’m just inches away from finding the answer to why they scream and run when I extend my hand to help them, why they yell obscenities, and profanities when I offer my help why am I seen as a monster when I’m just trying to help, they call me a selfless beast, a wasteful soul, a self-depreciating horror, why do they yell spiteful words at their savior, who’s just trying to do them a favor.