A/N: sorry I use the words pride and proud so much in my poems about Trunks and Vegeta, but just saying that word gives me a clear concept of their personalities- cocky and proud, say it LOUD!- So… don't be all mad at me for using those words in poems I write about them. *Polite-Happy-Tastic-Singing-Chipmunk voice* Please and thank you!
Fighting Back Tears
And losing...
Such a bad day
why won't it go away?
To lose all my pride,
and my father on the side.
I try to hide it,
but I'm crumbling down.
Trying not to remember his ever present frown.
The hug we shared
was the first and last.
Crippling me more; I didn't enjoy what I had.
How was I supposed to know?
That he was planning to go?
Shaking the tears
that keep fighting back,
With all my might,
right now it feels like a perilous fight.
My feelings are harsh,
why won't they subside?
They'll keep on going,
till I give up and cry.
But no, who will I be?
Not his son, he'll disown me!
I mustn't comply on what weaklings abide,
Even though, the simplest thought of my father,
makes me breathe a heavy sigh.
I must be strong,
I must fierce,
To be a warrior,
built on fears.
That was him -that fearsome man- compared to him I will appear to be so bland.
A/N: This poem is about Trunks looking back over his day- Majin Buu saga, the day Vegeta sacrificed himself- and thinking what his father would do if he saw him crying over his death. And the line where I say he didn't enjoy what he had, I meant that he was regretting not embracing the hug his father gave him, but instead acting embarrassed by it. JTLYK (just to let you know). THANKS FOR READING PEOPLES, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT. Sorry I didn't feel like taking off caps, hehe. And don't forget to review.
