







(Personality)Jefferson seems happy go lucky, he acts like he hasn't a care in the world, but really, he's in pain. If Jefferson was human, he would just smile all day. He feels dumb beacuse he only acts happy. But he's scared no one will like him if he shows his feelings. Someday he's going to break, he's gone mad, hence his name. Perhaps doomed to forever lock his feelings away in a cage. He is often bullyed, and thought to be stupid or incapable of doing anything. He seeks to find someone who will treat him as an equal.


Jefferson was done, he was just done. The stupid, imbicilical humans, they didn't get it. The other horses didn't get it either, were they really that stupid? He felt his eyes burn, he wanted to destroy somthing, he wanted the world to feel his rage. He bucked his stall gate open and ran out in a fury. He ran around the barn, upsetting the others, but he didn't care. He was sick of them, he wanted them to leave him be, he didn't want to be a part of their antics, of their name calling, and bullieing, he wanted them to leave and never come back.
Jefferson had been running for about an hour around the pasture. The stupid humans still hadn't noticed the commotion he had caused. His legs were tired, he didn't want to run anymore, but he felt trapped, and he felt chased. Chased by his demons, by the names he had been called, trapped by colums of scared flesh when he had been bitten and broken. Jefferson colapsed, his legs burning with pain. and then he cried. Just cried, cried about all the bullying, about being chased away from the oats and the hay, about the humans never caring and never seeing. As tears flowed from his eyes, the pain began to lift, not by much, but he felt slightly better as years and years of bottleing his feelings up were released. As it turned out, bottleing his feelings up had made him feel worse. without that damn smile, without his head held high, while he breathed in the night air, he felt like a real horse, who had feelings beside depression and sadness.
He felt stronger, and he knew that it didn't matter what the other horses did, he was strong enough, he could buck them away if he had to. He was sick of being not just at the very bottom of the pecking order, but being ganged up on. It. Would. Not. Happen. Again. This much he knew. His tears that had been held back for so long, now flowed freely, watering the dusty ring where he sat. His tears were the product of opression and weakness, that Jefferson would remove entierly from his being. Jefferson finished crying and found himself unusually calm. He walked back to his stall and fell into a sleep.



I've been smiling for all this time
My eyes are burning now
Tears beg to be released
But I'm not stopping now
I'm giving up
Ok I'm done
My smile's gone
My tears have won
You're mad they say
And perhaps I am
I don't care
I'm done smiling
I'm ready to cry
It's a weight off my chest
I feel so free
So real
So, not me
I've been hiding all my life
from the tears that threatened to drown me
And now I know that I might drown
But I don't really care
My mouth was hurting from all the false smiles
And grins that I flashed
But now I'm free













