Egomania

 A hero,
Blessed by the gods of old,
Destined to arrive 
And save us 
From ourselves. 

All of us know them,
All of us know 
The day will come
When, in an instant
They will strike down the villain.

All of us know
That they aren't real.

But all of us 
Believe in them regardless.

Ego
Drives us to believe
The best in ourselves and others
Regardless of how often we're proven wrong.
No matter how often darkness falls
We keep believing that the sun will rise
Once more.

But now we know for certain
That no hero will save us
From our fate.

So why not bless ourselves?
Why not take up the sword 
The hero will never use,
And slay the monsters
Only we seem to see?
Why should we sit in silence
And watch as strangers
Take our world from us?

If it was our egos 
That let us believe in heroes,
Why can't we use it
To believe in ourselves?