Always a Martyr

I have tried too hard
To feel important in your world.
I'm now a patched up
Self-made hero
Draping a pathetic stupid girl.
There is humility
In this realization I've found.
Which will help me
Get my tired feet
Back to resting on the ground.
There were never wings
To lift me higher with you
Only a foolish
Selfish belief
That our fiction love was true.
There will be no stretcher
To carry my wounded pride.
I will just have to shove it
In the lesson box
To rot with other mistakes inside.