Draycen

Help me.... The world is such a strange place. Full of odd creatures and the like. But who am I to judge? I'm stranger than the rest. That's why I've always felt so alone in the world. Every time I see my face reflected in the pond I trace my features. Two flat, black tipped ears, two eyes, a nose, bright red cheeks. I'm not supposed to have them. The orange fur and dark red cheeks that is. Mommy says I have them because I'm 'shiny'. Whatever that means. It's because I'm shiny mommy was so quick to catch me. She put me in a little red and white ball. That's how we became friends. My first friend. Mommy and I were close. So close! The only

The mirror on the wall reflects my soul... I hate me. I know what you're thinking, but that's not what I mean. As a person, I love me. I love my personality. I just hate who I am. Confused? I don't blame you. I don't like my face, I don't like the fact that I'm gay, I don't like being afraid. But I look in the mirror and see all of this. And, awhile back, I snapped. I was done with that man in the mirror. He just taunted me. The mirror just showed me my imperfections, reminding me of the me I hated. So, I smashed the mirror. I just punched it, and it left a large hole in the mirror. Mom wasn't happy, I had to get bandaged up in the hosp

We woke up the next morning to serenity. For the first time in a long time I felt...safe. Sting lazily rolled over with a loud grunt. Vale shiny up instantly, startled by the noise. "Are you ok? You seem skittish." Sting asked, confused. "Sorry, I'm easily startled by loud noises." Vale hung his head in shame. "But you're a trumpet player. How do you play music and have noise anxiety?" Autumn tilted her head slightly. "Ironic isn't it? Music is actually the only noise I can handle well. My ears are very sensitive you see. With them most loud noise is chaos and anarchy, but music has pattern, order, melody. That's why I'm so good at it. I

Let it Go Prison Reprise I have made so many choices, And so many mistakes in my life. I've caused so many problems, So much pain, so much strife. Now I can see my swirling storm outside... I couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried.... I shouldn't have let them in, I should've have let them see, I should've been the good girl daddy told me to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them through.. But then they knew. I let it go, I let it go, But I couldn't hold it back anymore. I let it go, I let it go, I threw my soul to the snow. But should've cared, Anyway. Watch the storm rage on... And now cold is all I feel today. It hurts how some is