Modest
Wow... I haven't done anything in a long time. It's all shitty anyways so. I go this idea while watching Danny Phantom on Nick Toons. The episode is called Eye for an Eye. Probably just going to be a one-shot, unless I can muster something else up. That is doubtful though.
"You know how modest Danny is. When he showers, he showers alone."
How can such a simple question, still it make me want to pry my eyes out with a spoon.
Am I really that modest though. I thought as the warm water hit my skin.
Time passed and my skin is turning a dastardly shade of red.
I'm not being modest.
Coward.
Loser.
FREAK.
Are more form fitting words.
I never asked for the costume or the powers. They're not bad, they are the perks of this...mutation. The scars that is what really sticks you between a rock and a hard place. The mental, the physical, it doesn't matter they are both permanent scars. Both remind me that I'm human.
Human.
Is that all that makes me Human? My ability to form scars? I can't show them. Tucker or Sam? Not a chance. To believe that a perversion of humanity like me could ever show them. Show a scar, a burden, a weakness.
I don't deserve that. The comfort of acceptance. The weight lifted off my shoulders. The ability to let out a sigh of relief. None of it.
I'm always one second to late. Always have one move not executed. There is always one person not saved.
One life lost.
One more disappointment. In the line of many.
The pressure to be a perfect hero, the image justice, of integrity. It's to much.
In the end I'm still no being modest as the proclaim. I'm being ashamed.
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I'm in a really depressed mood. It kinda turned to crap at then end. REVIEW!