How I Feel

by ResidentOfCabin6

Don't call me that. The whispers are everywhere. Oh, now you care? I'm still cursed. Sometimes even laughing doesn't help. No one knows me. I'm an eagle in a pack of wolves. How I Feel is a series of poetry about the feelings of the heroes and other characters after the war.

1. Perfect

I hear what they think of me.

Beautiful.

Brave.

Smart.

Perfect.

But I'm not.

If I was beautiful,

I wouldn't be covered in scars

from head

to toe.

If I was brave,

I wouldn't wake up

every morning,

my throat sore

and raw

from screaming.

If I was smart,

I would've seen

Leo's plan,

and stopped him

before he died.

But I didn't.

If I was perfect,

I would have

a loving family.

I would be

PTSD free.

I would be a normal girl

And I'm not.

Nor do I want to be.

But don't call me perfect.

I know I'm not.

- Annabeth Chase

Hello Earthen life forms! I was feeling philosophical the other day, and this was the result. I decided to make a series of poems about the feelings of the seven. Let me know if you have any ideas, or if I messed up my grammar, as poems aren't really my thing. I just thought it'd be a nice change of pace.

-ROC6