NOTE: THIS IS A COMPILATION OF THE KLK POEMS I HAD POSTED BEFORE, BUT I DELETED TWO OF THEM BECAUSE OF THE EVENTS OF EPISODE 18.
THE FIRST THREE POEMS ARE 3RD PERSON/SATSUKI POV, THE LAST IS FROM KANEO TAKARADA'S POV.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
Parents are protectors and providers
Parents love and care for their children
It is because of our parents that we are able to follow the right path
It was a universal truth, something all children knew
And yet for her, nothing could be further from the truth
It was no surprise. She was not like other children.
She was envied for her status, admired for her charisma, and treated as royalty due to her legacy
But she was miserable, she hated herself, she hated those around her...
But most of all, she hated her mother
Mothers are caregivers
Mothers nurture their children
They are supposed to help and not hurt them
So then, why was her mother so different?
Other children cried when separated from their mothers
She cried for each minute she wasn't
Other children ran to their mothers when scared
She ran from her mother, her greatest fear
Other mothers taught their children to be good
Hers taught her to embrace villainy and ruthlessness
Other mothers wanted the happiness of their children
Hers took away everything that made her happy
When other mothers gave their children affection
Her mother made her hate physical contact, to the point where even the slightest touch made her nauseous
It was ironic, even laughable
She represented purity
Yet thanks to her mother she was anything but
She was corrupted in the mind, body, and soul
And no matter what, she could never be clean, even when she bathed
Sadly, it was nothing new to her
In fact, it was almost routine, and it had been since she was as young as five years old
She remembered staring into the distance with glassy eyes, shaking like a leaf, and crying until her eyes gave out
She remembered feeling a sense of pain, disgust, and violation
A feeling it took her years to understand
She recalled her father's anguished cries when she told him who the culprit was
And because she told him, she had to witness her father being beaten for her sake
There was no one that could protect her, so she had to protect herself
She made herself unfeeling, resilient, she learned to disconnect herself from the here and now
And soon, what was once a horrific experience became a mere nuisance
But how long could this go on?
How much more of this nuisance could she take?
Would she have to remain a prisoner of her mother for the rest of her life?
Then it struck her...
Today would be the last time.
She would finally put an end to this vicious cycle of exploitation
She would tolerate it no more, she would cower no longer
For it was time for her mother to realize something she should have long ago
You can oppress her
You can torment her
But if you do it long enough... You will break her
And if you break her
You will suffer...