(A/N: At last, we have Tobias's POV. It was really hard coming up with his POV, even though he's the most like me. Maybe it's true that a writer can write others far better than she can write herself. ~shrugs~ Anyway, his is one of the darker poems, like Cassie's and Marco's. Respectfully submitted, Dark_One Shadowphyre.)
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Think back to school.
Remember seeing some kid
Staring out the window,
Watching birds,
And daydreaming through the lesson?
Who was that kid?
Was it the geek you never spoke to?
Your best friend?
Or maybe even you?
That kid used to be me.
Now I have my wings.
I can fly away,
Fly high above everything!
But I always come back.
And even with the powerful freedom
Of my wings,
I wish I were human.
I used to be.
Sometimes I wonder
If I'll ever be human again.
Really human.
The hawk has changed me.
I'm not a hawk...
But I'm not human anymore, either.
What am I?
I can become human,
Two hours at a time...
But it's not the same.
Sometimes,
I just want to give it all up.
The war, the fight, everything,
And stay human again.
Become a nothlit again.
To be with Rachel.
But then,
I wonder,
Could I really do that?
It's been so long...
Could I really give up being a hawk?
Give up eating rats and whatever I could catch?
Give up this amazing eyesight?
Give up feeling the wind
Rushing over my wings
As I soar higher and higher?
Never to fly again,
Save only in my imagination
On phantom wings?
Two creatures in one body:
A boy
Who longs to walk,
And reach out with human hands
And touch with human fingers;
And a hawk,
Who thinks of nothing more
Than survival,
And deals with what comes
As part of life.
The boy is who I want to be,
But the hawk has saved my hide.
Can I really choose between the two?
Or can I just continues on,
Being both, yet neither.
A freak of nature.
And more.