Disclaimer: I don't own AGaTB or RA. if i did i wouldn't be writing this at 1:30am! (or any time for that matter).
Author's Note: This is the product of me being bored and not wanting to go to bed. It's not much. Just a view of Ann's self perception compared to the others. Enjoy!
Is it right that I look in the mirror and hate what I see? Is it right that I see only imperfection? Only my flaws? Is it right that I curse myself for being fat? Is it right that I see a girl fairer than I and wish to be her? To have the attention? to have the flawlessness? To have the beauty?
No
Is it right that I am shy? Is it right that I must humbly serve my cousins without raising my voice? Is it right that I am so easily taken advantage of? That I don't lift a finger in my defense? Is it right that I want the birthright? The parents? The strength?
No
Is it right that I am meek? Is it right that I cut myself? Is it right that I cause myself pain to ensure I can still feel? Is it right that I'm hopeless? Is it right that cutting myself is my way of gaining hope?
No
Beauty. Strength. Hope.
All that I'm not. All I'll never be. They stand for something. And what do I stand for?
Song.
What good is song? Song is nothing! Song does nothing! Song isn't beautiful. Song can't be perceived with the eye. It's only beautiful when heard. Never seen. No true beauty that one can see.
Song.
What good is song? Song is nothing! Song does nothing! Song doesn't offer streangth. It uses strength. It feeds off it like a leech. Needing the strength to make a sound. To exist. It has no true strength of it's own.
Song.
What good is song? Song is nothing! Song does nothing! Song only sings and hopes for people to listen! Song can spread hope, but quite seldom does it.
How true that is. I have no beauty, strength, or hope. Just song. Song isn't enough. Song's never enough.
Beauty needs no strength, nor hope, nor song.
Strength needs no beauty, nor hope, nor song
Hope needs no beauty, nor strength, nor song.
But...
Song needs beauty, and strength, and hope.
