I’m No Hero

They wanted a hero,
They needed one,
But I was too broken to be one.
Heroes were strong,
They knew what they needed to do,
If anything,
Saving lives was what they did,
So I was no hero.
I had killed souls,
But they pretended like I was their savior.

I tried to show them how bad I was,
But each time,
They clapped back at me with my good deeds.
But how good would these deeds be?
How long would it take,
Before they needed to restock,
Only to find nothing good about me?
How long would I have to watch,
And wait in amusement,
As they disappointed themselves again?