Pony: Yeah. Me writing. My kitten is missing and most likely dead. I don't want any damn flames but if you must, check back because there will be a nasty reply from me. If it is constructive criticism, I welcome it.
Poneh: She's serious. Don't mess with her. She's been crying for two days straight.
Pony: And Seto with the disclaimer.
Seto: I don't see why I should do this. This story isn't even about me.
Poneh: I thought I said not to bug her. Get on with it.
Seto: -grumbles- Fine. Here we go. They do not own Digimon or any character in it, including Ken. And they do not own me. I belong to the dude who made Yuugiou/Yu-Gi-Oh. And that's a wrap.
Poneh: Good boy. Here's a cookie!
Pony: -shoves them into a closet- Here's the poem. Angst straight through.
Closed Heart
How dare they call me innocent
With all the blood I shed
How dare they call me ignorant
When every word I said
Brought fear to all and pain to some
How dare they welcome me with open arms
And call me one of them; a wandering star
How dare they say they understand
When they have never sinned
How can I call them friend?
How can I still be bitter
When everyone offers to forget
How can I keep my heart apart
Though I long to feel the warmth
Perhaps I'm meant to stay alone
How can that be true
How can anyone be that cruel
To keep someone in isolation
Despite their hearts tribulations
Dark wins over light