When I leaveThese feelings of spiteAngerFrustrationThey are all left behind when I leaveLeave this wretched house.The home of my tormentors,My captors,My prison guards,My parents. No socialization,No enjoyment,No trust, freedom, or freedom of expressionNo anything inside. All they give me are their sky high expectationsWell, those and the consequencesFor not living up to themFor not being perfect in every way But when I leave I can be anything I want to beHappyImperfectI can be me, a music childAnd that’s the thing I long to express. Outside that’s acceptable,Outside its embraced and encouragedMost of all you don’t have to fearFear of what will happenWhen you show the real you. When I leave, I leave my troubles,Those sky high expectations,Stresses,And everything elseAt the source. . .Myhouse, my prison, my personal hell on earth.
Out of the Range of Eavesdroppers Pt. 2 Korra slammed up against a wall to avoid a jab from an Equalist Chi Blocker, then she shot burst of fire right as his head, and to her dismay he ducked. By then Korra had managed to swing around, so she was behind him. She yanked two chunks of rock from the stone floor and they flew towards him, this time, making contact. He promptly stumbled backwards then slumped to the floor and groaned. Good, one down, two to go Korra thought as she ran down the hallway a ways to find Mako and help him takedown the Chi Blockers. When she got there the Chi Blockers seemed to be having a hard time keeping up with Mako as he ducked and dodged jabs while throwing flaming punches and kicks, obviously using the whole “cool under fire” thing he had established in the Pro-Bending Arena. One of Equalists the was hit square in the stomac