[Up/Down arrow, mouse wheel, drag the text.] Uh, this is what happens when a 'regular' schoolboy feels a bit 'dreamy'. ===================================== WARNING: Ref's of light psychological traumas. This also is a vent. Proceed at your own risk. ===================================== Elaborating: English class. Textbook unit about superheroes. We've been asked to make a poem (as well as report and art) about our own superhero. Well, what I did is the answer to "What if Silhouette was a human who could shape-shift?" Latter word was used for no other fit in. So, here I took the pen and started writing. I felt a bit, if I might, lyrical that day. So what should've been a poem about superhero became this. A call for help. You'd see the "With no courage to believe" line. Yes. Thanks to my youthhood all animal-ish, 'child-ish' behavior was forced out, and still I kind of prosecute it. I also formed sort of fear for bad reputation, for punishment. I am scared that if I start to discuss that, or other things (more below) with teachers/S.N.A.(Special Needs Assistant)s they can react badly. Worst of all I am scared of my parents' reactions. This is the reason for me splitting my identities, and tightening hold of my personalities. If beforehand I could be like "That's absolutely fine!", then now the re-taught part of me kind of resists. Why? I don't know. And the last but not least. I always heard that alterhumanity was something not changeable. But I feel like I tamed it. The human part of me tamed the animal part and uses it as a pet - or even as E.S.A, as I sometimes feel like. P. S. I use lots of "feel", "sort of", "kind of" because my family always taught - "never rely on feelings or thoughts, rely on facts". Welp, what to do?! P.S.S. I felt such dreaminess two times already in recent fortnight: When I by luck saw a picture of Zacian (from Pokémon) and after watching/listening to Wolfwalkers. Correlation? Hope so.
