Disclaimer: I own the character and pretty much everything to do with this poem other than the genre. I do not own Maximum Ride for, if I did, I wouldn't be here writing poetry about it.
I do not speak the name,
of those who caused me so much pain.
They exist only in my nightmares,
in sleep and wakefulness.
They did this to me,
the reason I am me.
Do you know what I am?
Do you want to know?
They call me a gift,
A wonder, marvelous.
Others say freak,
I say hell.
My body is covered,
from head, to toe,
with soft, snake scales,
a bright, metallic blue.
Upon my head,
rest two antennae.
They once belonged to a bee,
but now I share the burden.
My eyes glow a bright yellow,
my pupils the pitchest black.
They dim when I am sad,
and flash when I am mad.
Long, thick claws,
replace my nails.
They shine and glisten,
just like a bear's.
A long, black tail,
sprouts from my spine.
It brushes the ground,
and fluffs out like a cat's.
Upon my back,
rest two butterfly wings.
They flutter quite uselessly,
in colors orange and brown.
I was pretty once,
a long time ago.
So long ago, in fact,
I forget what it was like.
To be normal once again,
is my only wish.
The worst part of being who I am,
is knowing I once was different.
I do not speak the name,
of those who caused me so much pain.
They exist only in my nightmares,
in sleep and wakefulness.
