This poem describes Raven's feelings after Malchior's betrayal. Not my best effort, but at least I posted something. PLEASE R&R! Not that I'm desperate for reviews or anything (glances around nervously, coughs) but anyway, please review. It means a lot to me. Happy reading! Thoughts are in Italics.

Disclaimer: I don't own TT. I never will own TT.  Too bad, so sad.

Raven picked up her pen and put it to the paper. Unfortunately the paper was soggy from her tears, which were dripping noiselessly off the end of her nose and chin, so the ink just spread out into indecipherable blobs. Then the pen was encased in black and snapped neatly in two, spilling ink over her hands and cloak. She took a deep breath, closing her lavender eyes. She needed to get her emotions under control. She could hurt someone if this kept up. The separate entities in her mind were conversely screaming, crying, or just shamefully sobbing. Another deep breath. Focus. She could handle this. He was just a guy. Just some stupid guy. Who actually was a dragon. So, just some stupid dragon-guy who broke my heart. No biggie. Move on.

This time, the notebook exploded in her face, fluttering papers flying around chaotically. Suddenly tired of just sitting there, Raven grabbed a falling scrap and a new pen. She wrote furiously, trying to drain the emotions in a flow of words and phrases, rhythm and meter. Two mintues later, the poem before her eyes was finished. She read it quickly, ignoring the shouts of Beast Boy and Cyborg that were audible from the main room.

LIAR

You liar.

You lied.

You broke my heart.

You lied!

How could you lie!

I guess it was easy if you were planning it all along.

You never cared.

It was all a game, and I was a toy.

Something amusing that could be broken and thrown away forever.

Fine. I don't care.

Wait, yes I do. I could lie and say that I don't care, that I never loved you, that I knew all along, but then I'd be a liar like you.

And I don't ever want to be like you.

She exhaled sharply. Nothing exploded. Nothing happened. Listening carefully, she noticed that her emotions were silent.

No more crying. Raven got up and walked out to see what the others were up to, tucking the poem in her belt in the process. Time to move on.