(A/N I wrote this poem to relate to inuyasha's clid hood. As I thought of wat it must have been like I realized that me and inuyasha r both alike when it comes to the past. We both hate to talk and think about it, because it's painful. We both wanted to fit in, for him he was a hanyou, for me it was a my freckles and pigtails. . Inuyasha was called a flithy hanyou while I was called freckled face, white trash,and ugly. So me and inuyasha r kinda the same, only now I don't have freckles or pigtails but short striat hair with a clear face (no body calls me ugly anymore) Thats y I wrote this poem for Inuyasha since tonight my past came back when somebody started calling me ugly and it made me think of Inuyasha, so I went back and thought of my past and wrote this poem. Enjoy)


Inuyasha's hidden tears: A Bad childhood and past.

A young hanyou
in the forest late
at night.

Sobbing,
though his
cry's can't
be heard.

A tear
slips down
his face and
falls.

The dirt
soaking it up.

He must
be strong.

He can't let
them see
him cry.

crying means
Your weak.

He must be strong,
for a single wrong
move or
sign of weakness,

Could kill
his last hope
and dreams.

No more hidden
tears to hide.