Sometimes the world is stupid and unfair and deals us things we can't handle. Sometimes those things make us stronger and sometimes they tear us apart.
I'm torn apart, dying, black.
and pieces of me are falling around
on the ground for anyone to come and pick up.
I stayed with you for a while
and you held the pieces together for a time
but I couldn't stay with you forever
and you couldn't protect me forever.
I needed you gone
before I infected you too.
So you left.
And the pieces started to fall again.
Wherever I go.
Always falling.
So I keep things inside.
If you've never drowned
or you've never given up hope.
if you've never started sinking
or it's never hurt you just to breathe.
Then I can't begin to explain
how it feels to see pieces of yourself
laid out on the floor
like a trail of fresh blood that you just can't leave.
Some people try to mend this hole in my chest.
And sometimes they succeed.
But then the empty void will come back
and rip it open again
even wider than before.
Some people pick fights with me
because they think they see something weaker than themselves
and they dig their words into my open wounds.
So I fight back
and I dig my blades into theirs.
You are a walking secret.
you have no pieces falling from your heart
and no gaping hole in your chest.
Others see exactly what you want them to see of you
because you can hide anything you want.
What if you didn't have that ability to hide?
And you didn't have the energy to keep secrets.
If the only thing you could do was sit
not talking or singing or moving or thinking
if you were forced even as a child
you would see the world a little differently.
You would see it like me.
I'm torn apart, dying, black.
and pieces of me are falling around
on the ground for anyone to come and pick up.
But I hold myself together.
I am not weak.
Every day is boring, empty void
or it is a challenge.
It is that challenge that I seek.
that challenge that drives me.
And that challenge that I will continue to find no matter where I am
for everyday I see black.
Sometimes the world is stupid and unfair and deals us things we can't handle, but we try anyway. Sometimes doing so makes us stronger and sometimes it tear us apart.
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Just in case you didn't get it, this is Mai talking about her view of the world. In the beginning, she briefly mentions Zuko and him leaving. And her "blades" are the stilettos and daggers she throws when she fights.
And just so you know, I am not usually this morbid, but I was feeling depressed, so I went and ranted in a poem-ish form on my computer. But then I wanted to post it on FF and I realized I couldn't do that unless it had some kind of major background/theme like avatar. So I decided to turn my venting poetry project into an Avatar poetry project. I had to rewrite about half of the poem, but I tried to match it up with Mai. I have to say, her emo-ness somewhat irks me, but mi amiga Sylver Eyes likes her so I thought I'd give her a try.
