Mama, I know....

I know I wasn`t like most of the other fawns.

I maybe, I thought maybe I wasn`t maybe as...

Pretty, as
Nice, as
Playful, or
Talented, as
Most fawns.

I wondered why you didn`t like me.

Then I found out why you didn`t love me anymore.

It was

because
of
the
limp.

I remember when you used to love me. When you used to call me brave and special.

But I felt like I didn`t deserve it. That I had to prove myself to you, and to the other fawns who said what I thought.

Though all it did was make you hate me.

I`m sorry. I should have never tried to climb to the oak.
Then maybe I wouldn`t have fallen.

And
maybe
You
would
still
love
Me.

I`m so sorry.

Maybe I shouldn`t have tried then all those times, to win you back. To make you love me.
But you seemed to like the others better than me. Your own son?

I couldn`t just take it! I loved you so I hated myself so that you could love me and that made me want to MAKE YOU LOVE ME, MAMA! Why wouldn`t you look at me, not once.

You loved me and then you loved me, as you saw me fall your sweet, kind love fell with me.

And this limp is the burden of the hatred I carry. Though hatred for what?

So then I promised, I swore to myself that I would prove my bravery. I would climb higher, and farther than any deer had ever gone before. I could would should win you back, Mama.

Because I felt like a corward, Mother.
If I were brave, I would have held on...

All those times I called, "Look, Mama, can you see me! Look at me! I`m your brave boy!"
You just pushed me away, said I shouldn`t try such things with that pitiful limp of mine.

But I wanted to be brave, Mama. I wanted to make you proud. I wanted to make you love me. Again.

So, I went and searched the forest... till I came to them. The white statue. You had never let me near them, saying that they didn`t think that a imperfect fawn was worthy to pray before them.

While before, you said that they would love to see a brave little fawn pray before them.

So I did something brave... I hope. I asked them if I could become a star.

By this time, Mama, I was so lonely and sad and just...

I just wanted to be your little boy again, Mama. But you hated me....

So when I became apart of the sky, and I pranced around mawing bravely, I hoped you could see me.

But you didn`t.

And you still didn`t.

Now I`m lonely.

Though, now, there are others.

I`m sorry. I guess I wasn`t brave enough.

Do you see me now?
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So, a random oneshot of doom, lol. I`ll explain the story behind it later