I don't even know, man. I was in the middle of philosophy and then BANG! A short (yet shitty) poem about Drew Tanaka. Because, let's be honest, she might be a bitch, but she's the most awesome bitch you're ever gonna meet.
(Or, as my insane mind established while the teacher was reading about morals and ethics: SHE'S THE BOSS ASS BITCH BITCH BITCH.)
(I need a fucking psychiatrist.)
Only the even verses rhyme (in case they do, that is.)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Drew Tanaka is too fab to be mine and I clearly don't have a gift for poetry.
WARNING: This is kind of a dark character study with verses. Character studies give me life.
"So what if everyone thought she was a heart-breaker bitch? She was, anyway, and it was so much better for everyone this way. If people hated her, she couldn't hurt them, was her logic. So she made sure everyone loathed her, no matter what. Because, after all, they stereotyped her and judged her like they had known her since her birth. But that wasn't true. No one knew her. So what if they thought she was evil? She didn't care anyway."
Aren't angels supposed
To have white wings?
Aren't angels supposed
To be the incarnation of bliss?
Angels should have white skin
And perfect smiles.
They should be beautiful
And have divine eyes.
But what, oh what,
If one of them, the prettiest one,
Had fallen in love,
With someone who is not a man?
Is it really so wrong
To fall in love with yourself?
Because no one knew that
She couldn't love anyone else.
All her life, people
Always left in the end.
So she learned the lesson
And only trusted herself.
So this pretty,
Little perfect girl,
Realised she was on her own,
And no one would ever care.
And the precious angel
Who was the definition of good,
Turned herself into a devil,
Which decided her doom.
She no longer looked like a pure angel,
For now she had black wings.
Her sweet, nice smile
Got turned into an evil grin.
Her oh so precious beauty
Was still there,
But now she resembled
The Angel of Death.
And her eyes,
Oh her gorgeous and emotive eyes
Now were as evil and empty
As her brand new smile.
She had disappointed
So many people, so many times,
She just started thinking
That nothing about her was right.
She knew that people
Said nothing but lies.
That they wouldn't stay,
That they were just walking by.
So she pushed
Everyone she loved away,
Because if they left her
She wouldn't burn them with her flame.
She started
Breaking people's hearts,
Jus like the world
Had broken hers.
So she could
Blame someone else,
Of being too weak
To handle the heart break.
Because people
Just didn't mind,
If you get shot
Or if you go blind.
And now everyone thought
She was a cold-hearted bitch,
But since when did she care
About what people might think?
Because all that horrible people
Always acted like they cared.
Yet they didn't mind in the slightest
And merciless judged her.
People knew nothing
Of her hell of a life,
They just though she was another
Shallow, stupid, Aphrodite child.
When someone tried
To change her stubborn, pretty head,
He hit against a hard wall
That just wouldn't break.
He said she mattered
He said he really did mind,
But she knew better
Than to believe a couple of lies.
And so she made his life
A torture, a living hell,
So he would leave her
And indeed he left.
She ignored the ache in her heart
When he was walking away,
And hid her shiny tears
Telling herself it would be okay.
She tried to convince herself
Saying it was the right thing to do,
Because if she let him love her,
She could ruin his youth.
Yet a part of her heart
Didn't take that shit,
And it said, he loves you
He won't leave, so just go after Will.
But her mind said no,
You have to set him free,
So she lived her whole life
Regretting moments like this.
And so the sweet little angel
That Drew Tanaka once was,
Got killed, murdered
And replaced with the fallen dark one.
She saw everyone in love
Yet she avoided it,
For a daughter of Aphrodite
Isn't that the cruellest irony?
She spent her life alone,
Not letting anyone in,
Until one day she noticed
That she could have avoided this.
She saw her past love,
Her soul mate, her dearest Will,
Playing with two children
That were probably his.
And she asked herself
If she just let someone love her,
Could she have been happy
As a lovesick girl?
What would have happened
If she just married Will?
She now regretted
Not being the mother of his kids.
She had had to
Fall in love with herself,
Because she was the only one
Who didn't judge, who actually cared.
Will cared too,
Her petty mind reminded her,
But she just decided,
To make that end.
But now, a lifetime later,
She wondered while she watched two blonde kids,
If maybe, just maybe,
She had fought for the wrong thing.
(So now you know,
As I've told you, my friends,
How pretty, perfect angels
Can end up being demons of hell).
I think my eyes are bleeding.