Ignorance.
It maybe the way they look at him.
Or it maybe the way they sneer at him.
Or maybe is just
Him.
His cold exterior.
His heartless laugh.
His cruel smile.
His antisocial actions.
Son of Hades.
Only living offspring.
Nico Di Angelo.
If they really took the time out,
Could they know him?
Would they be able to see past his hard shell?
Can they see it's just a front?
He is lonely.
He is sad.
His heart aches for a love that he can never have.
His soul is slowly dying away….
Even his father,
Can't see.
Sad right?
They claimed to be his friends.
They said they would be there for him.
To hold him when he cried.
To calm him down when he was mad.
To make him smile when he was sad.
They said they would be his vent buddies.
But they lied.
They lied as if their lived depended on it.
Avoidance.
They treated him just like another stranger.
Empty greetings,
Broken promises,
Hurt feelings.
He was pushed away.
An outcast.
Why?
He was just like everybody else!
So what if he was Hades son?
So what!
He was Nico!
He was a sensitive person that had feelings too!
Then why in the hell was like this?
WHY!
He would yell to himself in his own cabin.
He would scream.
He would punch.
He would kick.
He would break.
He would tear.
He would kill.
Then, once he was done,
His door was open.
His feet pounded the summer grass.
Utter Horror.
He would storm away.
The place he belonged.
His escape.
Delight sparked in his eyes.
Their reactions as they peeked.
His cave, his home
Destroyed.
It was all their faults.
Their ignorance.
Their disgust.
Their hate.
They're bullying.
It was all them.
If they hadn't been so…
Judgmental
Stereotypical.
Ignorant.
Arrogant.
Dumb.
They saw the real Nico.
They saw.
Their eyes opened.
Realization struck in their minds.
His friends,
As he used to call them.
Tried to come back.
They tried to fix a glass that had been broken a long time ago.
But he didn't want
Fixing.
He wanted love.
He wanted happiness.
He wanted to be normal.
But of course,
Who didn't?
Who didn't want to have
Friends?
People who
Love
Care
About you?
Ones that didn't act
Phony.
Or left someone for dead.
Or ones that weren't Ignorant.
What's the point of this poem, you may ask? Well, I don't know. Why are you asking me?
Reader: You wrote it!
Me: And You read it!
Reader: so?
Me: So.
Reader: What?
Me: Why are you still reading this? Shouldn't you be reviewing?
Reader: what do I get for it?
Me: A cookie.
Reader: YAY!
I DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMIPAN.