Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
Author's Note: I don't know… I think this could be considered angst-ish.
Have you ever felt like a monster?
I Must Confess
The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
My name is Raven, and I can't let myself feel joy, I can't let myself feel sorrow, and most importantly, I cannot, under no circumstances whatsoever, ever allow myself to feel rage.
It's such an ugly feeling, you know.
Hideous and deformed, marring even the most beautiful of features.
And then there's Hate.
Quite possibly uglier than Rage… maybe they're the same? I'm not the person to ask. Hatred… no, I do think that Hatred is worse than Rage.
Rage is a feeling you get when you're extremely displeased. You're not happy, but not unhappy enough to be sad.
Hate…
Hatred has the uncanny ability to root itself deep in your core, your very being… and it lives there, growing every time you feel rage. It's a parasite. It drains your energy and your happiness. Feeding on your soul, growing and growing… It makes you feel ugly. You can feel it just beneath your skin, crawling and itching to get out. But, it's careful, too. It doesn't show itself always like Rage tends to. It hides itself and tricks you into thinking your okay… You're not okay.
I'm not okay.
The hatred inside of me… it's not just a parasite. It's a full-blown demon, waiting for me to trip up so that it can destroy the few things I actually hold dear to me. It scratches on the walls of my mind, willing me to let it out…
I can't let it out. I can't let myself feel rage. I can't give it any more power than it already has.
And so because of this I can't take any risks. I can't be happy with my friends. I can't share their joy. I can't share their sorrow, and I can't share their rage. I can't just vent or laugh or cry. I hide myself away in the shadowy corners of my room and meditate.
How antisocial of me. How rude of me. How dare I be this way? Who do I think I am?
My name is Raven, and I must confess that I feel like a monster.
Why won't somebody come and save me from this
Make it end
It's hiding in the dark
It's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me
It wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream
Maybe it's just a dream
Or maybe it's inside of me
Stop this monster
Author's Note: Have you ever noticed how popular Romance stories are? It's pretty amusing, actually…
This is my first Teen Titans one shot. Song playing when inspiration hit: Monster by Skillet. I wouldn't really call this a song-fic, but I couldn't not put some of the lyrics in here. For the full effect or something… Also, I do not own this song… just so we're clear on that. Tell me how I did? I think I did pretty okay considering I whipped it out in, probably twenty minutes total, actually. I did not spend a lot of time on this fic, so if you don't like it, then that's fine, too.
Happy New Year, by the way.
Thank you for reading.