The MisJudged
I dress up as silly as I can. Then I go for a walk.
I see their eyes staring at my pants.
What's wrong with a dried squash? I feel puzzled.
Some of the kids nearby look at my slippers.
I killed those bunny's to make me feel comfortable.
It was my free will to wear them... I have the right...
But people always look at apperances.
Very inevitable.
They always judge me...
Can't blame them...
I guess I understand.
I understand that I am weird and they are not.
I understand that they wear angelic bracelets and neclaces that shine all over their sensitive skin and I just wear this rusty helm.
I understand that they see me as what I wear.
Evil, notorius and a killer.
They never asked me if I enjoy playing with cute and cuddly bunnies once...
Or weare elegant dresses once...
Never.
Because they are afraid that I would point my katana at their necks.
So I am thinking now...
What if I make their imaginations real....
Ths evil spirit that covers up my face,
granted me my one special wish.
TO MAKE THEIR THOUGHTS REAL
Hold still young pup....
You'll rest in peace in a while.
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Oh yes!
I was bored and was staring at my avatar if I would join the arena. But I thought that there were other 'cool' avatar's out there and mine is just some kind of a common avatar.
So I thought I'll just write a little poem/story 'bout it mrgreen
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