I don't know. I really don't. I need to stop listening to sad songs. Anyways, this is a quick little poem for Shayera.
She was tired.
Tired of being judged.
Tired of having to try so damn hard to not be deemed a bad person.
Tired of always being reminded of how she had started the Thanagarian Invasion.
She had already proven herself many times over, but still
She will see the hard glares in some of the heroes, civilians
Even sympathetic gazes from villains!
She doesn't know who to confide in.
John doesn't seem to trust her like he used to.
Then again, who can?
After all the pain they've been through?
After everything has happened?
After their original Watchtower had been destroyed?
Who could, no, would be willing to trust her after what has happened?
Sometimes, she wonders if she can just escape it all.
Sometimes, she wishes that she had rejected the offer to go to Earth.
Sometimes, she wishes that she had never met the Justice League.
Maybe then, the pain wouldn't be here, lingering
Ready to pounce and devour her.
She has no one to turn to.
For those that she does, would never understand her pain.
One day, she'll be able to find such a person.
Maybe then, she can start to relax.
Maybe then, the heavy weights upon her shoulders will finally disappear
Allowing her to be free and fly without a care in a world
Instead of being a bird with clipped wings attempting to fly.
If only she had someone to trust…
Should I do the other League members? I can also do requests, but for now, this is a one-shot.
