Darkness, a Titan of uncertainties, holding reins of pain.
He whom stifles…
He whom suffocates…
He whom has not a care…
The beholder of lost hopes and of misconceptions.
He that wishes for the broken
He that inflicts the pain of the poor
He that wants broken bones and torn skin
A tyranny of Misery and Agony, the Titan’s conspirators
They that strive to break those strong holding barriers
They that know both the weakness and the weakest
They that understand the breaking point
The twins that hold the keys to the cuffs locking you in place
They who know not when to pull the breaks
They who will never put a stop to the turmoil
They who ail all.
Not they… but she
The girl curled up in a ball
The girl crying in bed.
The girl in pain.
She screams out a silent plead to those above
She hears all, but does not know all.
She speaks, but is not heard.
Help…. Stop… Do something…
Help does not come
They do not stop
Nothing is done
The girl learns in this absence
The girl learns to find strength in mind.
The girl learns to find strength from those whom care.
The girl learns hardship will only make her stronger, clearer to ignorance
She fights the tears threatening to stain her cheeks
She fights through those harsh words and barbs
She fights for a place in life, to belong
They mean nothing to her, those insidious little beings
They who sneer and upturn their noses as she chooses to be herself
They who are made of plastic and perfection
The girl is reborn into that of an iron will, and prickly defense
Those demons cannot hurt her no more
Their King, their Titan has fallen
She has become better
She has become she
She who is unique