Oh my God! (cries) I am so happy! I FINALLY got a review! Thank you SO much to QuillInkAndParchment! You rock! I love you! Sorry this is late, but I was out of town for a few days, and wanted to finish Susan Kay's Phantom (Amazing book. If you haven't read it, go get it. Now.) and the Half Blood Prince before I continued writing. Outstanding work by Rowling, as usual. And my little bit of writer's block didn't help either. Okay, enough babbling. This poem is about Erik's relationship with his mother. So sit back and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own the Phantom of the Opera! (looks at lawyers) Or not…
&&&&
Mothers are the ones who bring you into this world.
They love you, shelter you, and guide you through life.
They're always there to wipe away your tears,
To hold your hand,
To kiss you.
Unless…your face looks like a corpse.
Then a mother turns into a hateful witch
Whose only gift to you is a cold, hard mask
So she will never have to look upon the monstrosity again.
They lock you away in the dark
Pretending you don't exist.
They moan about why they couldn't have
The perfect child they always dreamed of.
Never mind that even at this early age
You're a genius.
An architect,
A composer,
A magician.
Most mothers would be brimming over with joy
If they had a son like that.
Unless…you look like you've been dead for a few months.
Then they sneer at you,
Push you down, strike you.
Then a mother becomes blind.
They can't see the pain they are inflicting upon their child's heart.
They don't know how they've scarred their child.
Of how the memory would burn in their mind forever.
Because she couldn't give her only child a kiss.
That's not too much to ask, is it?
No, of course not.
Unless…you look like a demon sent from the darkest pits of hell.
And when the pain becomes unbearable
And the child is forced to leave,
Throw himself out into the cruel world
To escape his mother's wrath
The mother should feel sad, right?
Cry herself to sleep, have everyone she knows look for him,
And then embrace him with open arms when he comes home?
Of course she would.
Unless…you look like a monster.
Then she celebrates.
She is giddy, elated,
Finally her nightmare is over!
She is free from the evil child that once dwelled in her womb.
Now she can find a new husband
And have the perfect child she's always dreamed of
The one she should have had before.
A mother is supposed to be there for you.
Shelter you, protect you,
Stay with you in the darkness when nightmares ravage your mind.
Encourage you, guide you, always be the one you can fall back on.
She is supposed to love you.
Unless…you look like me.
Then you'll never find love.
Not from her,
Not from anyone.
&&&&
Aw, poor Erik! This poem is sad! But anyway, REVIEW! PLEASE! Here, hugs and kisses from Erik if you review.
Erik: WHAT!
'Till next time! Bye!