A/N: 'nother one shot peoples and again, sorry for not updating my other stories in forever!! I will try. This is based on something that happened to me. Hope you like it- it's not exactly cheerful.

Disclaimer: Are Raven and Beast boy together? Then I don't own the Teen Titans. Waiting for the day though...

They don't know; they don't listen

We had a fight today. We fought with Dr. Light and a couple of sladebots today. We won today. Because I fought hard today.

But as soon as they had arrested him, as soon as he was out of they way, they accosted me. They said to me "Raven, you were doing too much, we are a team and you did all the fighting. And you need to control yourself some more- your powers were all over the place! Sloppy."

Don't they know how hard I've tried? I told them beforehand that I was having a difficult time with my powers, and that I was likely to be this way. Don't they know how tired I am? I told them that my emotions were getting a little out of hand. I've been going on about 6 hours a night for 2 weeks now because of all the time meditation takes up. They should know. But they don't listen to me.

They went on to me, complaining. One said that I'd taken over and took out a sladebot they were about to hit. I remember that one. It was about to hit them, and I could see that they hadn't seen it. What was I supposed to do- just stand around and let them get hit? I'd even shouted a warning. But they don't listen to me.

One said that I had started the attack too soon. Too eager to join the fray. Well you know, if they had been paying attention, they would have seen that Robin was the one who had gestured for me to go. I'd even double checked. But they didn't pay attention. They forgot. And they don't listen to me.

And I told myself that it was ok for them to say this. It was constructive criticism. No harm, no foul. And I can't show my emotions. Don't have to feel the sting of unfairness. I tried to press down on the feelings that sprang up. But it was far too sudden, and at the time when I had least expected it and was maybe even a little proud of how well I had done. A light broke and a single condemning tear slid out as I fled for the safety of my room.

And they saw. And were astonished. Felt remorse. And it hurts me all the more. Because I know they will now talk. And think that I am oversensitive. Ungrateful. And be so very much more careful in handling me. I, who am no longer their equal. And the passerby that heard me shrieking will know also all the accusations they flung at me.

They came and knocked at my door. They came with apologetic looks and voices when they finally figured out that I can hold a grudge. They told me I did good. They asked forgiveness. I never said that I was mad at them. And they persisted until I opened the door and gave them a ghost of a smile. And they said to themselves that I was no longer angry.

But I never was. I was hurt. And it still hurts because they still don't listen to me. And will forever think of me in a different, judgmental, prejudiced light.

Because we had that fight today.

A/N: please review. No flamz.