Blah blah don't own blah blah blah. Happy?
It's an unfortunate truth that school, the place where children are supost to be safe to grow and nurture there sence of self, can sometimes, for the more unusual (and who, after all, could be more unusuall than the Sohmas), be a torturas nightmair of emotional anguish inflicted by those that feel the need to make others conform. This is espeshally the case with Kisa, who, in defence to bullying, stops speaking all together. This poim was inspires slightly by my own nonconformity (though I had the fortune of being a little to oblivious for bullies to pay much atention to me without getting bord) but definatally with Kisa (who was not) in mind.
Dark painted windows that cut out your hart
The bars of these cages that set us apart
Scream till you burn and you're throat starts to bleed
On you're slow blood these daemons come feed
Haunting you deep like a vision of hell
Don't try to tell me that you never fell
With the was that you hid so ashamed of your face
Taking you in to a dark hollow place
Where stripped of your mask so naked you stand
Always give in to there wanting demands
Up on the alter of all you despise
Cover your face and don't show your eyes
Soon you will see it's not you they hate
It's simply themselves, it's simply their fate
So, what do people think?