Disclaimer: I don't own X-men evo. I don't own Toad. shoot!
Yay! My first X-men fic! Party! Yeah! This is all about Toad, the best of all of them.
I have a mask; a shell. It keeps me safe. You cannot see it. You cannot feel it. But it's there. It protects me. Keeps myself hidden from the outside. I hide, cower if you will, behind it from the people around. It is how I learned to survive. I would not have if it weren't for my shell.and the pillar. The rock in the sea of life to cling to; to keep from falling in.
I found just a while ago really. He came to me, offered to help me. I was thrilled! But still suspicious. Other people had offered to help me, but ended up turning their backs, not bothering to look deeper than a short skim of barely under the surface. They encountered my shell. But it seemed to me this man didn't care for my looks, or anything. He was like me in a sense. He was tall, powerful and intimidating. But he offered his hand, and I took it. I didn't know I was being the pawn again. But things went smoothly for a long time.
But now the pillar is crumbling into nothing, now that he has left us. All of them have. It just us: the four of us; living together; making the best of everything. To top off all our troubles, another group of freaks made life miserable. Sometimes we were just having fun, but most of the time we did it to survive. They didn't seem to understand. They had a fancy manor with everything they could possibly want. They only had to worry about small things, like grades, popularity, friends, and keeping there secret. But then, we all had to keep our secret.
My life.is so jumbled. I don't know where to turn, to look. My mask is holding strong where the pillar failed. I will never trust just anyone again. I am confused. To hide it, I get into trouble, snap and be annoying, make other peoples lives miserable. That's me: the annoying idiot who thinks he owns the world. That's who I am to them. I do not think I own the world. I no longer care about myself. I've stopped taking showers as much anymore. I don't care what other people say anymore; I've absorbed so much verbal abuse it no longer matters. Nothing matters. Nothing.at all.
Nothing.
I am the nothing.
I am nothing.
I think the most important thing you can do is to identify what you think about yourself, what causes you actions, and if you hide things from people and what they are if you do. That is true beauty. It's good advice given to me, and I took it. It helps me understand myself. Maybe I'm angry at my faults, but still I almost know who I am. I'm different than what I thought I was. You'd be surprised at what you might find if you care to look. But that's just some advice, you don't have to take it.
Yay! My first X-men fic! Party! Yeah! This is all about Toad, the best of all of them.
I have a mask; a shell. It keeps me safe. You cannot see it. You cannot feel it. But it's there. It protects me. Keeps myself hidden from the outside. I hide, cower if you will, behind it from the people around. It is how I learned to survive. I would not have if it weren't for my shell.and the pillar. The rock in the sea of life to cling to; to keep from falling in.
I found just a while ago really. He came to me, offered to help me. I was thrilled! But still suspicious. Other people had offered to help me, but ended up turning their backs, not bothering to look deeper than a short skim of barely under the surface. They encountered my shell. But it seemed to me this man didn't care for my looks, or anything. He was like me in a sense. He was tall, powerful and intimidating. But he offered his hand, and I took it. I didn't know I was being the pawn again. But things went smoothly for a long time.
But now the pillar is crumbling into nothing, now that he has left us. All of them have. It just us: the four of us; living together; making the best of everything. To top off all our troubles, another group of freaks made life miserable. Sometimes we were just having fun, but most of the time we did it to survive. They didn't seem to understand. They had a fancy manor with everything they could possibly want. They only had to worry about small things, like grades, popularity, friends, and keeping there secret. But then, we all had to keep our secret.
My life.is so jumbled. I don't know where to turn, to look. My mask is holding strong where the pillar failed. I will never trust just anyone again. I am confused. To hide it, I get into trouble, snap and be annoying, make other peoples lives miserable. That's me: the annoying idiot who thinks he owns the world. That's who I am to them. I do not think I own the world. I no longer care about myself. I've stopped taking showers as much anymore. I don't care what other people say anymore; I've absorbed so much verbal abuse it no longer matters. Nothing matters. Nothing.at all.
Nothing.
I am the nothing.
I am nothing.
I think the most important thing you can do is to identify what you think about yourself, what causes you actions, and if you hide things from people and what they are if you do. That is true beauty. It's good advice given to me, and I took it. It helps me understand myself. Maybe I'm angry at my faults, but still I almost know who I am. I'm different than what I thought I was. You'd be surprised at what you might find if you care to look. But that's just some advice, you don't have to take it.