Author: Sage's Sey
Ratings: T for depressing content
Notes: I haven't written in a long time...most of what I've written before is childish and poorly constructed and I am trying to remedy this. Please leave a review! Flames accepted and laughed at.
This is a poem I wrote for the fic "Prodigal Brother" by Raliena from Duo's point of view.
They are all the same,
these Saints in their masks.
They
make you feel safe,
then shatter your glass house.
They
are suposed to be strong
when you are weak
But all i can
see is
abuse of the privilege.
When will it stop?
This
cycle of manipulation.
I'm in a constant state of despair.
Its
all because of you