A/N: Ok, so someone begged me to write a Botan poem… And I thought about it. And thought about it… And… thought… about… it. And the more I did so, I realized, that I couldn't do it! Everyone associates Botan with her happy peppy preppy giggly bubbly grin reapery self, and I just can't write happy poems. Well, I can, but they're usually SO sappy that even I want to throw up when I read them. So, I reasoned with myself, as any author SHOULD be able to do…
And I thus scared the bloody HELL out of myself. So, I decided that if I can write angsty poems, and someone wanted a Botan poem… I'd just have to write an angsty Botan poem. So I did. Here it is. If it completely sucks, feel free to tell me. I've written enough that a flame would just make me feel like I really matter. Heh… sad.
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Inside Out
Amazing how a smiling face can hide a frown
Sealing all that's underneath until the wall comes down.
I stay calm and cheery because everyone expects it
Deep down I know I'm just hiding; and I'm starting to regret it.
They see me as the happy one, a rock for them to lean against
But how can I continue supporting them at such a high expense?
Inside I'm a wreck, and the things I've seen will stay with me forever
All this hidden heartache only grows with the sting of each new endeavor.
People tell me that I'm much too happy to truly b the "Grim Reaper"
They don't know that as my smile grows, the roots of pain search deeper.
Here we go again, another job, bound to duty that's killing me like a curse
I can't let on, have to keep it hidden, for the concern on their faces would be worse.
So I take a deep breath, forget what I've seen, and smile as I float about
They'll never know the girl that's me, as long as I live inside out.
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A/N: Ok, so review, please… I'm trying to keep up on my stories, but with College homework, it's a bit rough, so bear with me!! Alright, enough little ploys and billboards for my fics… heehee. ^__^ REVIEW!!!
-Draith