"Unique"- a Poem

Hello! Well, I don't think I have enough time to type up a new story chapter right now, unfortunately. :c

But don't worry.. I have something else in mind! Yippee! :3

I'm going to now post the part of Chapter 22 (the next chapter) that took me the longest time to think up of. It's the poem I was talking about before. Remember? Ya..

It's not exactly like a poem. It does not rhyme. It's not a haiku. It's not an acrostic. So it's more or less like a writing piece. With much thought. Much thought..

It's okay if it reminds you of any other writing pieces you've seen and read. Many (and I really do mean many) ideas come to thought when thinking this out. Inspirations! Tehe. c:

It took me a long time to come up with this poem (eh, whatever you'd like to call it..). It took lots of work and effort. So please. Do NOT plagiarize. In other words, do NOT steal, copy, or reproduce this in any other way. Be nice. Be generous.

The following is by Twinkle in my story. I actually created it, obviously. She's my character, so.. But that does NOT mean that it can't relate to you and/or me in any way. The main idea of this is NOT because they're foxes. It has a deeper meaning.

Enjoy!

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Unique

~ Created by: Cutepups522 AJ

~ (In story) Written by: Twinkle

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Life. Different people have different meanings of that word, life. The dictionary says the word, life, simply is the opposite, the separation, of death. But no. I think that word, life, has a much deeper meaning than just that. Oh, so much more.

 Saying that life is plainly the opposite of death is like fighting with the ways of the world. It's like saying that the dark is the opposite of the light. Or that the element, fire, is the opposite of the element, water. And yes. On it's surface, that is correct. They are both entirely different. However, if you dig deep, deep down until you hit the core, you'll see that they are quite similar. Let's take fire and water, for instance. Fire can be known for being bad or for being good. Fire can be bad when it sends one trapped inside a burning building. As a contradiction, fire can be good when it warms one up, so that they don't die when left out in the cold. Water, too, can be known for being bad or for being good. Water can be bad when it sends one drowning in the waters, completely alone. As a contradiction, water can be good when it saves one from dying of dehydration. Now, let's take light and dark. Light is good when one is not trapped anymore. As a contradiction, light is bad when it sends your most loved one blind for the rest of his or her life. Dark is good, even though most see it as only setting a negative impact on the world. Dark is good when it causes relaxation. Dark is bad when the monsters haunt one's dreams at night. Even though they are complete opposites, they do have at least one thing in common: a good, and a bad.

Then, there's me. That one that's not like all the others. Life. Life has segregated, isolated, me from the rest of it. "Why is that?" they may ask. It's just one thing, really. I am different. No, that's way too ordinary. It's because I... I am unique.

I am deformed. In almost every, single way possible. But one. And that's why I am unique.

I may not be the smartest in my classes. I may not know what the day's top trends are. I may not have the prettiest, neatest paw-writing. I may not know much. I may be that one quiet fox who sits in the corner in school. I may be the one that's constantly bullied, day after day, week after week, month after month. I may be the one who's only close friend was her little sister. But even that has been taken away from me. I may have no friends. I may have parents who have broke me. I may be the one that lives each day in fear of how I'll possibly survive the next one. I have memories that nobody would ever want, not even in a million years. Except if you would actually like to live a life of just heartache and pain.

I may not have the fluffiest, most shining, tail. I may be that short fox with the shoulder-length wispy hair. I may not wear the top trending outfits. But at least I'm modest. I may not be the fastest runner, or the most athletic fox. I may not be that girl who dates every boy in the class. And through all the hardships, I still have my dignity.

Because that's why I am different; unique. I may be deformed, broken, in every other possible way. Whether it be mentally, emotionally. or physically. All other parts of my body may be unlike the rest of them. But at least I don't have a broken heart. No. Not all others have broken hearts due to break-ups or things of the sort. Others have broken hearts due to trying to be copies in a corrupted society. I, however, do not have a broken heart. All the hate I've been given through my entire fourteen or so years, have only damaged my brain. My heart is still pure. And it won't fade away as quickly as all the others. The ones without a pure heart.

It may be a struggle surviving each day. Alone. Completely alone. But I do know one thing. Some day, whether it be tomorrow or in the next ten years from now, I will be something. I do have a destiny. And now it's just the matter of finding it. But first, it's the matter of conquering, overcoming, the obstacles that are in life's way.

And that is what makes me unique. I am proud to at least accomplished one thing throughout my entire existence. Being unique.

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So... What did you guys think of it? Eh, eh? :D

And no. I didn't have to do this for school. It does have to with Twinkle and school, though. Heh, heh. :P

Took quite some time! ^.^'

Now question time for you people reading this post!:

What do you think this poem, "Unique", has to do with Chapter 22? How does it go along with the current plot? Maybe it's from a flashback *wink, wink*? Why do you think Twinkle would write such a piece? Do you think she's (and me- duh! xD) a good (amazing, epical) writer?

Comment your thoughts in the comments below!

I have to leave now. Bye!