WoM- 'Making a face' Well, I hope you guys are happy with this one. My mom read this poem over my shoulder when I was writing it and came this close to having me committed before I explained things to her. 'grumbles' She still isn't convinced that I'm 'all here' though… sad thing is, she's probably right. Then again, though, who wants to be when wherever I am is so much more fun!
"The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly and lie about your age."
-Lucile Ball
Mind Games
Scream my little lab rats
As you try to run away
Go ahead and claw and chew
But you are here to stay
I hate kids.
They're a waste of money and space in my opinion. They don't do anything constructive for society, they don't earn money or help out… the only thing they're good at is talking back and causing trouble.
Just a few days ago one of the brats I'm supposed to be helping called me an old hag. Me! I wanted to strangle the little whelp then and there, but this job earns good money and I can't afford to lose it. Not when I still had to pay for my mother's nursing home.
Still, the only person here who shares my sentiments is my assistant. That was one of the reasons I chose him, though. He was a lucky find, I admit, and perfect for what I needed to get done. Loyal, quiet, not too bright and eager to please.
Getting back to that kid, though. Like I said, I would've taken great pleasure in murdering him after that rude comment, but instead I tried a different approach, one I found almost as satisfying in it's own right.
The thing about teenagers is that although they think they're adults, they're still not up to the adult mindset. Their ways of thinking, their self doubts and fears of the unknown made them perfect candidates for insecurity. As a matter of fact, it's rare to find a high school student that's genuinely satisfied with themselves.
So I used that for my revenge. I picked at the kid until I found that soft spot and I kept pointing it out, bringing him down until the fire in his eyes died away. The rude comments and gestures came fewer and far between then, much to my liking. True, he was withdrawing form society, but what did I care?
Are you scared sweet pets?
You should be, oh if only you knew
The tests and mazes that I have
For you to run so helpless through
Interesting thing is, though, no one cared too much about what I'd done. Well, that wasn't true, they did care, but it was the opposite of what I was expecting. Instead of being chastised for tearing down the spirited teenager bit by bit, I was praised for making an undisciplined child behave.
This did wonders for my career, of course, but it also came with a downside. It meant that I was trapped working with rude, bothersome brats day in and day out every day of my life. They were constantly being paraded in and out of my office, and it was infuriating.
Still, my job turned much more fun when I started taking the approach I had with the first boy on them. There's something about watching defiance slip away into pain and suffering that is both intriguing and addicting. And as a woman of science, it was my sworn duty to press on with any research that captured my attention, right?
Bertrand certainly never minded. In fact, he probably found it as entertaining as I did, though he never said as much out loud I think the thought that he could have found any sort of entertainment from children, if even in their suffering, mortified the man. I could certainly relate. Unlike my assistant, though, I'm not afraid to press on despite my feelings on the subject.
After all, the more teens I 'cured,' the more popular and famous I became…
It never takes too much you see
A careless jab or jest here and there
After all you're merely children
And there's not another soul to care
Soon, though, it all came back to haunt me. Because one boy did care what I was doing to his friend. One boy noticed the change and hated me for it.
Enough to run us both off that cliff and into the sea below, Bertrand with me.
I always found it ironic. Teenagers had ruined, saved and taken my life all at once. I resented the fact that I needed them so much, but at the same time took pleasure in the fact that they suffered because of me.
In death, I still needed them. My body aged faster then normal for some reason, and I needed teen misery to stay young. Bertrand needed it, too, but he wasn't as talented with gathering it as I was.
At any rate I was stuck in the Ghost Zone, without a teen to spare, when I started hearing rumors. Rumors about you, a child who was half ghost and half human, a boy who fought other ghosts to save your friends and family. And that's when I started thinking...
So let me use each one of you
To gain all my wants and needs
Let me have your misery
My wretched little seeds…
Getting in was simple. That Lancer was a fool who put too much stake on my reputation and didn't really notice anything was off, and that girl, Jazz, was so concerned about you, her precious little brother, that she was willing to take any help she could get.
And you... You were just as I thought you'd be; desperate and overburdened, with enough misery to keep Bertrand and I young for decades in you alone. And that was before I even started working. You were a perfect candidate.
Unfortunately, you were also smarter then Lancer gave you credit for. You figured me out without relying on the help of adults, or even your friends, you took out Bertrand too. But you didn't get me...
I nearly had you when the question of your status in the world of both the living and the dead came up. Then that wretched sister of yours showed up again, stealing all the youth I worked so hard to get and sending me back to the Ghost Zone...
That where I am now, plotting my revenge against you Fenton siblings, the two brats who ruined everything. It may take a while, but I'm a patent woman, and I can make you suffer like no one else can...
After all, that's my talent, isn't it?
WoM- Imagine what Mom thought when she read this. 'makes another face,' Oh, and you know what slow lil' me realized about poetry? See, it can be written other places and copied out on a computer much more easily then stories, especially when you have one boring, easy class after another at school…
Thanks to;
memoirs of a faded memory
Laughing Hyena
Lumias
BlueMyst19
Galateagirl
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet
Samantha-Girl Scout
Tazzel Quickbow
Next update; February 12th
Next Poem; Protector
See you then!
ATTENTION!
As I'm sure most of you are already aware, Nick is threatening to cancel Danny Phantom after just three seasons.
Naturally, I'm one of the people fighting to keep Danny Phantom running, so I beg you to send in letters with my own to the following address;
Cyma Zharghami or Marjorie Cohn
Nickelodeon
or1515 Broadway
New York, New York
10036
USA
Attention: Programming.
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