A poem written in boredome. Ryou's point of view.
Why?
Why, Yami, why?
Do you know?
Can you understand?
All I ever wanted from you…was for you to care.
Care like I care.
Did you know? Do you know?
You don't, you don't care.
About me.
How?
When all I've ever done is what you asked.
What you wanted.
What you wanted from me.
How? How would it be?
If you were my friend, my brother.
My Yami.
Yes, we have a balance…
Though I'll never understand how.
When all you do is want for revenge.
And all I do is hurt deep inside.
But we do have balance…
And the truth is, I care.
Maybe it is that you don't see me.
Don't see me for what, for who, I truly am.
You don't acknowledge how I try to be your friend.
All I do, all I ever do, is what you ask.
What you command.
But you don't see that.
Will it ever change?
When?
When will you be my protection?
…Rather then my destruction.
When will you feel as I do?
When will the clouds lift, the sun begin to shine?
When will your craving for the golden items,
The worthless, meaningless items that you desire…
When will it end?
When will you start to care for me?
As my friend…my brother…
My Yami.
Who?
Who are you, to treat me like this?
To laugh at me, always mocking.
To torment me, and lie to me.
And tell me it's for the best.
You're supposed to protect me, as my other.
The other half of my soul…
You do just the opposite.
It won't get better.
Who are you to tell me it ever will?
What did I ever do to deserve this?
What?
Don't lie again!
Don't tell me it's all my fault…everything is my fault
When all I do is support you.
Even when I know, I know that it's wrong.
I still support you, and I do what you ask.
Yes, I have betrayed you.
But how could I do anything else?
Even as I betrayed you, it was killing me.
Killing me inside, because I knew that I was turning my back on you.
Do you know how hard that was?
Don't call me weak.
Not when I still have the courage to defend you.
Even after all you've done.
Not when I'm brave enough to take your abuse
And do it with a straight face.
When I'm strong enough to hide my pain.
My tears.
When I'm strong enough to swallow my pride
And give in.
Don't call me weak…
When all I ever wanted…was for you to care.
And I never complained.
Not once, have I ever complained.
Because it's not worth it.
Not worth the effort, when I know you won't listen to what I have to say.
I keep it inside, and I struggle to keep it there.
When I want to yell at you.
Tell you how you've hurt me.
Tell you how I feel.
I put it all aside, and it leaves me empty.
I put it away, because I know you'd be angry if I let it out.
I don't want you to be angry anymore.
I want you to care about me.
I want you to be happy…and I don't think this is the way.
I want to be able to smile, and mean it.
I want you to be my friend, my brother.
My Yami.
Yes. That, that one simple desire…
All I have ever wanted…is for you to be my friend.
Someone I can talk to.
Someone I can go to when no one else will listen.
A brother, who cares, and protects, and understands.
My Friend. My Brother.
My Yami.
Please Review on your way out, thanks!