Thread:Happywolfpuppy/@comment-31191359-20181001170406/@comment-31191359-20181117025233

The muskets shatter in your paws. TBDK cackles wildly. "Are you really that stupid?!" She screams through her laughter.

 RUN 

 RUN 

 HIDE 

 ESCAPE! 

' HIDE!  '

 HIDE! 

 DON'T DIE! 

' DON'T DIE!  '

' LIVE!  '

' GOD DAMN IT!  '

 WHERE IS SHE?! 

And then the unneeded villain song about the villian's sad past started.

"...

I’m not the only kid Who grew up this way Surrounded by people who used to say That rhyme about sticks and stones As if broken bones Hurt more than the names we got called And we got called them all So we grew up believing no one Would ever fall in love with us That we’d be lonely forever That we’d never meet someone To make us feel like the sun Was something they built for us In their tool shed So broken heart strings bled the blues As we tried to empty ourselves So we would feel nothing Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone That an ingrown life Is something surgeons can cut away That there’s no way for it to metastasize

...It does

She was eight years old Our first day of grade three When she got called ugly We both got moved to the back of the class So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls But the school halls were a battleground Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day We used to stay inside for recess Because outside was worse Outside we’d have to rehearse running away Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there In grade five they taped a sign to her desk That read beware of dog

To this day Despite a loving husband She doesn’t think she’s beautiful Because of a birthmark That takes up a little less than half of her face Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer That someone tried to erase But couldn’t quite get the job done And they’ll never understand That she’s raising two kids Whose definition of beauty Begins with the word mom Because they see her heart Before they see her skin Because she’s only ever always been amazing

He Was a broken branch Grafted onto a different family tree Adopted Not because his parents opted for a different destiny He was three when he became a mixed drink Of one part left alone And two parts tragedy Started therapy in 8th grade Had a personality made up of tests and pills Lived like the uphills were mountains And the downhills were cliffs Four fifths injured... A tidal wave of anger and sadness. And an adolescence of being called popper One part because of the requirements to be normal. Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty She tried to kill her in grade ten When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad Had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression Is something that can be remedied By any of the contents found in a first aid kit

To this day He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends In the moments before it’s about to fall And despite an army of friends Who all call him an inspiration He remains a conversation piece between people Who can’t understand Sometimes becoming  free Has less to do with slavery. And more to do with sanity

We weren’t the only kids who grew up this way To this day Kids are still being called names The classics were Hey stupid Hey spaz Seems like each school has an arsenal of names Getting updated every year And if a kid breaks in a school And no one around chooses to hear Do they make a sound? Are they just the background noise Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat When people say things like Kids can be cruel? Every school was a big top circus tent And the pecking order went From acrobats to lion tamers From clowns to carnies All of these were miles ahead of who we were We were freaks Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies Oddities Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal But at night While the others slept We kept walking the tightrope It was practice And yes Some of us fell

But I want to tell them That all of this crap Is just debris Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought We used to be 'And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself Get a better mirror Look a little closer Stare a little longer Because there’s something inside you That made you keep trying Despite everyone who told you to quit' You built a shoddy cast around your broken heart And signed it yourself You signed it 'They were wrong' you thought.

But alas, they weren't, I told myself, but guess what?

They were wrong!"

You swear, you could see a smaller being, bandages wrapped around it's feathered head, covering it's eyes, with blood leaking through, ears bleeding.