Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.
My son
A beautiful being whose appearance is an abomination
He's looked at as a monster, something hideous and disgraceful.
Everyone rather see him as curse, not the blessing he is
A child born like any other, but will be an outcast
The blood of his father makes him so.
Feared. Despised. Hated. Misunderstood.
His life will be difficult
More so than the other children
He's already treated so unfairly
As time goes by it will only get worse.
Cruel words whispered about him
Icy glares always sent his way
Fingers always pointed when he comes around
Mocking him because of what he is amongst themselves.
Dread. Chaos. Confusion. Viciousness.
