For as long as I can remember
I've been looking for someone like you
With a head like yours
and a torso too
Yes, I mean these words as they were spoken before
To find someone from a different place
Of a different race
Someone to make them believe
Someone to make them accept me
Although it really doesn't matter
No... nothing has been shattered
But is that the point?
You are my enemy
Not some trophy
Nothing you can make me earn
Nothing is changing
It's driving me crazy
You don't even notice
My heart is somewhere else
Can't we give it a rest
Move on
Nothing is changing
I've changed...
I'm tired of all our games
Yet I'll just stay
I can pretend
I'll just stay here
Listening to the sound of your voice
I've kept this decision
It's been so long!
Yet still nothing changes!
Not a hair, a bit of dust
Nothing
Can't you figure it out!
I don't want to do this anymore...
Can't we drop our weapons
And just realise what each of us could give?
How we've already been so valuable
Can't we just admit?
Accept?
Move on!
I already have...
It was just so simple
When will you realise?
Haven't you?
Are you just trapped?
Can I help you escape?
I wouldn't know where to begin!
Nothing changes
When you've already moved so much on
When you've already been so far gone
Everyday is a new challenge
Find a way to make things matter
Nothing will ever shatter
I don't have the power to change you
The power to make you realise
Only you can do that
Only when you see
Everything that we could be
Will things stop being
The same
The same
The same
Finally things might change
Dib stopped reading. He kept his paper up for a moment, and then slowly lowered it, revealing a face that otherwise would have show the build up of tears, but instead everything looked dead. His amber eyes no longer reflecting the light they used to.
"There, Dib, I hate having to listen to any of these, but the skool board insists I attempt to rekindle the dreams of children through poetry. Who's next?" Ms. Bitters said.
Somewhere inside Dib, where the fire had not completely gone out, only perhaps smoldering, he felt the eyes of the entire class burning into him. It had to be done, the bit of fire told him. This was the only way. Why would they understand now, after all?
Dib slowly took the brief walk of shame back to his desk.
Across the room Zim sat dumbstruck. He was pretty certain that this was the second poem anyone had ever written about him in class.
I haven't written anything for Invader Zim in while. Then I found the beginning of this, so I cleaned and finished it. I don't own the characters, and reviews are quite welcomed.