A/N: Thanks for clicking onto this, I know that poems aren't very well excepted by most readers, but the idea that I had in my head was just too perfect. This is in a semi AU universe where Danny's parents don't really accept him. Yeah I know has been used before a thousand times. It is a really interesting plot though. I hope you enjoy.
Bent, Broken, Shattered
A glass crystal world.
Broken by a slip.
Broken by a miss.
Life passes through,
whist all we can do,
Watch
Wait
Living through the pain,
living through the lies.
Their smiles wouldn't be
if they knew whom he...
No
He would stand his ground,
against the foes,
With a mask of green and white,
That sought to harm him
and his.
Protecting what he thought was right.
His world was no longer,
the glass crystal kind.
Melted by the fires of,
his tormentors hate.
And though he stood strong,
he was,
Just a little bent.
The day knocked him down,
like a sharp blast of air.
Life spinning on its' axis;
a cautious glass crystal world.
All blown away,
in the silence that remained by,
A haunting scream,
An unearthly wail.
Never would he,
forget the day,
His life was torn to shreds.
Only saved by what doomed them all.
Time.
A luck of the draw,
A case of irony.
He had lost because he was not
ready for the challenge.
Time was against him,
yet,
Time had saved them.
He was gone,
hopefully never to return.
But the deafening explosion,
in the silence of the wail.
Tore.
The glass crystal world,
that had stood so well,
broke down at the thought.
The thought of losing,
what he held most dear,
Left him broken.
Their shallowest smiles,
the faked concern.
Why could not he have seen,
A painful blow,
From behind.
He thought he was free,
chains shattered against his plans.
Unexpected, but,
not unwelcome.
A life to be normal,
In a mask of green and white.
How blind he had to be,
in order not to see their hate.
The fake pride that shown in their,
calculating eyes.
That stung him so deep.
That he didn't try to protest,
never did he stop.
In order to gain what was once his back.
So later when they,
had enough of him.
When his blood stained their hands,
an irremovable crimson.
Would they realize the damage,
would they see past the science.
That he was still there,
and he was just fine.
It burned when they didn't see,
and it all added to his pain.
One day he got lucky,
one day they got careless.
Time had long since passed,
since he had seen the light of day.
He yearned for the sky,
for the stars, and sun, and moon.
Free to return to the open,
To flee from this place of newfound hatred.
Still those looks haunted his mind,
but he no longer lived
in a glass crystal world.
Where he could accept,
what had been done.
With barely a glance.
With barely a thought.
He left all he'd known,
for a world that was new.
Though never was he,
to trust so again.
Becuase,
long ago was the crystal bent,
long ago was the glass broken.
No
For this time,
It was shattered.