Instead I am Here
By: The Emerald Daisy
April:
I feel fake. Like all this makeup and this dress, it isn't me. I'm the one slicing through the air with a steel bladed fan. I'm the one spinning tightly around the corners. But instead I'm here. All dressed up and to impress who?
I don't want to go dancing. I want to fight. I want to move, deftly , gracefully. I want to fly backwards through the air and land in his arms. I don't want to wear these pinching heels. I don't want to wear shoes at all. I want to be dressed in black, bandages wrapped around my ankles from months of practice. But no. I'm not out there. I'm not with him where I feel safest, even if I'm most at danger. Instead I am here, in this hideous pink dress with my face painted like a Barbie doll's. I don't care about beauty. I just want to be with him. But no.
Instead I am here with nothing to do.
And I'm all dressed up, to impress who?
Donnie:
I wish I was there. I'm just a freak. A freak who will never have a chance with a girl as beautiful as her. If I could just be normal for one night- one night- I could be the one dancing with her all night. I would bring her a corsage, and take thousands of pictures and do whatever she wanted if I could just have that one night. Instead I'm here. Bloodied and bruised after another night of hiding in the shadows so no one will see me. Another night of fighting monster, after monster, after monster. One of them being myself. This monster I am isn't me. I'd rather be in a tux taking her to her Prom, rather than fight another alien creep. I'd give up all the ninja skills in the world for one date. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to be normal, for her.
Instead I'm out here, fighting for her,
when I'd much rather be out dancing with her.