Emotion
By Furgle
Disclaimer: Not mine. I gain no cash from this. Sadly.
Look at these emotions!
Like raindrops, they fall into me
Like snowflakes, they vary!
I hold them in a glass jar
I study them like pieces of art
With fascination, I try them on in the mirror
In my room I look at my adorned face
I do these things in the seceretest secret
In fear of the ridicule I may face
I watch my face stretch differently
As I think newer new thoughts
I know I am breaking
Every moral that my parents taught
"Never remove the mask!"
I used to never bother with logicless defiance
But now listen to the questions I am beginning to ask!
What is so terribly wrong with my inner me
That makes people fear when I let myself out of me?
Why can't I just let my weary eyes tear?
In the end, emotion is a difficult pet to keep.
For now I think I'll just let my blank, black mask sleep.
A/N: This is set before the series, when Tuvac was a young and "foolish" Vulcan, and wished to let his emotions hang out there in the open. Do you like the mirror bit? It was a stroke of genious for me.