Disclaimer:I do not own Dbz, all I own are some clothes and five dollars.
AN: This is basically a Gohan POV poem on how he is angered at his father but happy for the insanities that come from power.
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Left to Insanity
They believe I'm innocent
And pure like my father
That I would fight
And watch them die
And remain an unstained soul
Oh how wrong they are
This power I use to protect those dear
Isn't just amplified emotions
But the beginnings to insanity
And hatred toward betrayel
What betrayel? one might ask
Who would betray such innocence
And indirectly cause hatred
In the son of purity and love
In the "untainted" spirit
The answer is the father
But him, the beloved Goku
The one who would fight
And stain his hands
With the blood of another
To save his friends
Yes that bastard hurt me
Every time he left to train
Till his heart was content
Gone for years on end
And left my mother crying
While I watch her with uncertainty
Of what I should do
And I end up with her in my arms
I'm was just a child
And I was comforting my own mother
Every time he died I screamed
Even cried that he come back
And not leave again
Not to leave life
Just to train and compete
With other pure powers
He once told me when I was young
that he would never ask I hurt another
But in my life
Due to him
I was asked to kill
One might call this trauma
And disturbing to the mind of a child
But I shall call it power
Impending onto one with the body of youth
Still childish and small
But with the mind of one who is old
And tired of living
I sometimes wish for the death of friends
Just so they would quiet
And stop asking things of me
When I just want to die
I even consider what might happen
Had my life been different
Where I might be happy
Without a oblivious father
With more care for food and fighting
Hell even friends
Than his own family
Without a mother that bitches
Asking that I study
To become a model scholar
Where I could rot and die
And as I stand here telling of my angst
I am condemned to ask
Do you hear of innocence
Spewing from my mouth
Or do you hear of insanity and anger
For a life that could've been
A life of which I could be
Left to insanity
********************Please Review*********************
AN:I would like some feedback and even flames so that I may know what I need to work on.
I am open to any suggestions and tips to improve my writing. Besides if you review me I will
know who you are and I can read some of your material and review it.
AN: This is basically a Gohan POV poem on how he is angered at his father but happy for the insanities that come from power.
**********************************
Left to Insanity
They believe I'm innocent
And pure like my father
That I would fight
And watch them die
And remain an unstained soul
Oh how wrong they are
This power I use to protect those dear
Isn't just amplified emotions
But the beginnings to insanity
And hatred toward betrayel
What betrayel? one might ask
Who would betray such innocence
And indirectly cause hatred
In the son of purity and love
In the "untainted" spirit
The answer is the father
But him, the beloved Goku
The one who would fight
And stain his hands
With the blood of another
To save his friends
Yes that bastard hurt me
Every time he left to train
Till his heart was content
Gone for years on end
And left my mother crying
While I watch her with uncertainty
Of what I should do
And I end up with her in my arms
I'm was just a child
And I was comforting my own mother
Every time he died I screamed
Even cried that he come back
And not leave again
Not to leave life
Just to train and compete
With other pure powers
He once told me when I was young
that he would never ask I hurt another
But in my life
Due to him
I was asked to kill
One might call this trauma
And disturbing to the mind of a child
But I shall call it power
Impending onto one with the body of youth
Still childish and small
But with the mind of one who is old
And tired of living
I sometimes wish for the death of friends
Just so they would quiet
And stop asking things of me
When I just want to die
I even consider what might happen
Had my life been different
Where I might be happy
Without a oblivious father
With more care for food and fighting
Hell even friends
Than his own family
Without a mother that bitches
Asking that I study
To become a model scholar
Where I could rot and die
And as I stand here telling of my angst
I am condemned to ask
Do you hear of innocence
Spewing from my mouth
Or do you hear of insanity and anger
For a life that could've been
A life of which I could be
Left to insanity
********************Please Review*********************
AN:I would like some feedback and even flames so that I may know what I need to work on.
I am open to any suggestions and tips to improve my writing. Besides if you review me I will
know who you are and I can read some of your material and review it.