A/N : Sunday's wouldn't be the same without Ultra's Sunday Night Poem, or so I'm told. Well, today is a Buffy POV about her less-than-average life, with a B/S twist at the end. All reviews are very welcome, and as always, Joss owns all things BtVS.
Abnormality
What is the definition of normal?
Tricky question I'm sure you'll agree
I guess an accurate answer is
The complete and utter opposite of me
I used to be a real good cheerleader
And a great volleyball player
But I swapped the beach for the graveyard
When I was called upon to be the Slayer
My big nights out are apocalypes
My first true love was of the undead
Most girl carry lipstick in their purse
I have stakes and holy water there instead
I've got a wicked-fast-healing body
And I'm pumped with super strength and speed
Forced to attend self-defence classes
That I was never actually gonna need
A giant snake was at graduation
And trained hell dogs attacked my prom
And that undead love I mentioned before
When I turned around, I realised he was gone
My best friends are wicthes and ex-demons
And a boy thats clocked field time for sure
Our group is a little abnormal
And I am the strangest being at it's core
I've died three times and come right on back home
I've seen heavan, I've seen hell and worse
I've loved two vamps, a couple of men
And I have broken an ancient gypsy curse
The town I called home fell down a big hole
And that was the end of Sunnydale
We lost everything, but saved the world
I guess we can't exactly say we failed
Now it is over, I'm not the only One
They say I can have a normal life
What will I do now I have that chance?
Could I be someones mother and someones wife?
I don't want a house with a picket fence
They're 'bloody' dangerous anyway
I want to go back to that hellmouth
And tell my abnormal lover not to stay
Would that be good and 'normal' behaviour?
I doubt it, but here's what I say...
You can't help who you fall in love with
And who said I wanted to be normal anyway?
~ The End ~