I've always thought of myself to be just walking past windows.

I've been abandoned. I was sold to a store for money. They put my in their window. No one bought me. They just handed me over.

They probably all think of me as just a little puny Eevee. I'm just something that's a fighting machine that they can put in their windows for some trainer to buy. I'm just a tool for making money.

The truth is, all this time, walking past all these windows, I've noticed that I've had a pretty good life.

Pokemon for sale have to get fed. I don't have to depend on anyone. Store owners just open up bags of Pokemon Food.

But then I think of how I used to think. Trainers were your best friends. People could be able to keep a strong friendship with you. Damn you humans!

I spit at that.

It's not true. I'm considered a moneybag, fighting machine, useless thing, puny creature, and the worst, ugly animal. First of all, we Pokemon are not animals. I thought animals died. You never see any anymore!

I'm not any of those things though. I'm a living thing, like everyone else.

I was on my way to another store to be put in another window. The guy opened up the door of the truck.

He mumbles about how Pokemon are easy money makers.

I bite him in the throat and take a permanent marker and write on a building.

You sold me.
You abuse me.
Even if you might feed me,
You only did that,
To keep me alive.
I'm no money maker.
I'm no fighting machine.
I'm a living creature.
Take a step over here.
Live in my shoes.
What do you see?
You pushed it too far…

I run away and hide.

**

Right now, people still stop by my message and look and nod. They say they know what I mean. They don't.

They only really know one thing.

There's no limit to what a Pokemon can do when you push it a little too far.