A Happy Face
For six years I had an OK life
People picking on me, but not much strife.
I had a fun-loving bookworm sis
And parents that I will so dearly miss
My story starts at six years old
In Africa, where it's never too cold
Studying primates there, we were
And helping out the endangered
But one of them bit me; into my arm his teeth tore
Giving me a fatal disease there was no cure for
For a long while, my parents worked and toiled
While I stood in the corner, tense, in pain, and coiled
Happily, a cure was then found
With some luck and animal DNA, they'd bring me around
However, the cure had one side effect
Almost no normal part of me was left
I had animal instincts, fangs, claws, and skin that was green
I was a freaky excuse for a not yet pre-pre-teen
Oh yes, did I forget to mention
The ability to Shapeshift should be brought to your attention
We went back to where we lived, the States
All of us were fed up with African primates
My family went by boat, and I'm sad to say
More than one life was taken that day
Three, to not be mistaken
My parents, my sister, all have forsaken
And all saying different things
Daddy saying "Fly away! Think wings!"
Della saying "Be happy! Or pretend to be!
I want you to always remember me."
She knew she wasn't going to see any more daylight
Even though Mama said everything was gonna turn out all right
Overwhelmed, and not knowing what to do
I took Daddy's advice – and flew
I saw their drowned bodies the next day
Starving fish already nibbling on their decay
Switching forms, I took the ground
And by a team called Doom Patrol I was found
Mento, the leader, took me in
As long as I fought crime and sin
As I soon found out, they were sometimes jerks
Bossing me around and treating me like dirt
And then, for a reason that was not explained
A disbanding of the team was arranged
Now without family, a team, or friends
I scoured the globe to no ends
My search ended in a place called Jump City
Where green skin was still weird, what a pity
I made four best friends – Cyborg, Robin, Raven, and Starfire
And took heed of Della's last words, which somehow seemed so dire
Now I am the Joking Boy who is always so stupid and carefree
Though sometimes I wish I could just be me
But I have realized my act has gone too far
Like a dinosaur wading through in a bath pit of tar
If I started being serious and philosophical
The Titans would search me, and say it's not logical
For I am the Jester, though filled with angst
I hide my sorrow with a smile across my face
I don't want anything to change
I have had enough of freaky and strange
For whenever I want things to
Things change for the worse – the very worst, too
So for now I'll wave and laugh as the world goes by
And you'll be hanging with an immature, comical, vegan, happy-go-lucky Beast Boy
Now enter Terra, a friend once so dear
She became our Sixth Musketeer
She was beautiful, with ocean blue eyes and flaxen hair
And strong, controlling the earth, and sending boulders into the air
The first time we met her she just left suddenly, with no explanation why
Terra didn't give me a single chance to even say goodbye
Then with finally controlled geomancy, she said hello
We didn't expect a wolf in the fold
She had gone to Slade when she first fled
A trail appeared, backstabbing and betrayal was where it led
She gave Slade our top secret files and codes
And to a double agent she was molded
I went on a date with while the sky was not yet black
That was when Slade attacked
Terra asked me a question that night
"If one of us did something really bad, we'd still be friends, right?"
I said "of course" but when I learned about what she did to all of us
I told her she didn't have any friends, and she felt bloodlust
As soon as I said those words, it seemed
That another betrayal was done by me
Then she tried to kill my friends and me
But she saved me afterwards, committing her last good deed
For her sins she has atoned
She killed Slade, and turned to stone
My best friend turning to stone made me sad
But that's all she ever was, though people think I have the hots for her bad
I may have had a crush on her, but it was not her I truly loved
For she has lavender hair and skin as pale as a dove's
A monotonous act, a hide-your-feelings act just like mine
But to tell her I love her would just cross the line
She hates me, I'm sure she does
It's my act she hates, but to her that's all I ever was
This same girl is condemned to bring the end
Her father is Trigon the Terrible, and she is loathe to see him again
That demon had her to become a portal to bring him to Earth
Wiping away all happiness, laughter, and mirth
She doesn't want to be the portal, the Gem
But her options have been curtailed, hemmed
My friends will save her; we'll save her or die
I promise you Raven, we'll save you, our friends and I
For now I put on a happy face
My sadness and loss leave no trace
I know my life could be so much worse
Look at Raven; she thinks her life is a curse
Or at those poor hungry boys living in the street
Looking half-starved and having nothing to eat
My life isn't exactly the best
But it could get a lot worse, oh yes
But for now I have laughter, no tears
And smile and joke and say good cheers
But behind locked doors I have nothing to hide
I sit down – and silently cry
Soon, me I will truly be
But promise me Raven, please wait for me
I know this doesn't have everything in Beast Boy's past on here, but I wrote this a year ago:I didn't know that much about his life. I also know the poem gets really off track in some areas (like the last linee, for instance.) Please give me Constuctive Critisism, but no flames. I like to improve my writing/poetry but I really don't like to get screamed at with curse words for it.
Thanks for Reading!
-Raeboy
