Whispersong (Sunset the Rainwing 13)

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An aspiring acrobat. 
A shunned, deformed dragonet. 
The star of the show, in all the wrong ways. 
She finds her gift, 
A talent to match no other, 
But her mind isn't entirely there to see her victory. 
How did she ever get like this? 
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The who's who of "Who's that?" 
Is poised for the attack 
But my bare hands paved their paths 
You don't get to tell me about "sad"
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Whispersong was always destined to fail, to be left behind, alone, unwanted, forgotten. 
"You could've been so much." 
Those were the words of her first ever teacher, examining the trembling dragonet, listening to her sing. 
"What happened to you, my dear?" 
Whisp became used to these words. Her smooth, grooveless scales, lack of traditional drag Her oversize but unusable wings. Adult dragons couldn't see past all of it. 
So now, she makes dragons afraid of her instead of horrified. 
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If you wanted me dead, you should've just said 
Nothing makes me feel more alive 
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Eventually, she learned to embrace the stares, the second glances, and worse. She laughed and smiled at dragon's reactions to her, bottled up the pain and hurt inside. 
Some dragons can do that. 
Some can't. 
Whispersong couldn't. Unfortunately, she didn't realize until it was too late. 
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So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream 
"Who's afraid of little old me?" 
You should be. 
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She was three when she first snapped. 
Traveling around as she did with her parents in their circus, she met new dragons every day, saw dragons of every tribe within a matter odf days. She was tired of the same inevitable reactions. 
Horror. 
Disbelief. 
Disgust. 
Some dragons found her beautiful, but only as an intriguing specimen, this strange tribeless dragonet, with no scales, odd coloring, lack of spines, and startlingly blue eyes. 
Her fragile mind couldn't take it. She attacked a group of particularly rude visitors, almost killing one and injuring three others. 
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The scandal was contained 
The bullet had just grazed 
At all costs, keep your good name 
You don't get to tell me you feel bad 
 
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Her parents covered it up, hid her away, never let her even watch the act in fear of what it would bring their business. They were ashamed of their daughter, the strange dragonet who attacked customers. 
She's always wanted to be in the act, be the one all the way up there, swinging and twirling and being free. 
Even if she couldn't fly like most dragons, she could do it in her own way. 
She begged her parents, she was miserable for days, weeks. She cried alone in her room at what her life had become. Hiding. Watching. Waiting. She was never free to do what she truly wanted to. 
So her parents finally put her in the act. In any way possible.
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Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke 
Then we could all just laugh until I cry 
 
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There she was, at the front, leading the troupe. Behind her were acrobats, scavengers, trick fliers. 
And she was there only to be laughed at. The ugly, horrific dragonet with no spines, unnatural scales, and no tribe. 
She endured it for as long as she could, telling herself, begging herself, to stay calm. Her mind was stretched to its limits. 
Deep breaths. 
Be careful. 
Ignore them. 
You can only ignore the truth for so long. 
Close your eyes. 
She opened them. 
Laughs. 
Pointing. 
Ridicule. 
She broke again. This time, she would never recover. 
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So I leap from the gallows 
And I levitate down your street 
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream 
"Who's afraid of little old me?" 
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Three dragons were killed, big ugly brutes in the front row. Ten were injured. 
Her parents caught her, held her down until she calmed a bit, then informed her she had to leave the circus. 
Forever. 
Her own parents. 
She couldn't believe it. 
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I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean 
"Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"
Who's afraid of little old me?
Well, you should be 
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She protested, with all her strength. She wasted what little sanity she had trying to convince her parents she wasn't a danger, she could join them, please, please. 
They said no. 
Again. 
And again. 
And again. 
They left her in the streets to die, told her never to come back, never to disgrace the ground they performed on. 
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So tell me everything is not about me 
But what if it is?
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Then say they didn't do it to hurt me 
But what if they did?
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I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me 
You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
 
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So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs 
I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? 
That I'll show you if you step on my lawn 
That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong 
Put narcotics into all of my songs 
And that's why you're still singing along
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So I leap from the gallows 
Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream 
"Who's afraid of little old me?" 
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I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean 
"Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"
Who's afraid of little old me?
Well, you should be 
 
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You caged me and then you called me crazy 
I am what I am 'cause you trained me 
 
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So who's afraid of me? 
Who's afraid of little old me? 
Who's afraid of little old me? 
 
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