Author: Vona
Title: All Relative
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will.
Rating: G
Summary: Lyle considers life. A series of poems for each member of the
intricate workings of The Centre.
Feedback: Love it. Always have!
All Relative
Psychosis.
Insanity.
Derangement.
So many people think that I'm crazy.
Utterly and totally mad.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe they're wrong.
I guess we'll never know.
Shrinks shy away from me.
I've got too many issues.
Kidnapped, adopted, tortured, disappeared.
My whole life was a bunch of lies.
Bobby Bowman, I am not.
Mr. Lyle, no, still a facade.
A Parker, perhaps.
Oh, wait, another lie.
A Raines. Ahhh...there we go.
Yes, life is so much better knowing that the emphezema stricken doctor is
my father.
At least one thing hasn't changed.
Miss Parker is my twin.
Sometimes I wish I could make things up to her.
I wish I could make her trust me.
I'll never doubt that she's my sister.
It has been tested and been told true.
She despises me.
I despise the life she had before I came.
A mother for nine years, a father who loved her, friends who care for her.
Still she plays the victim.
Of course she's been lied to, who hasn't?
And we've all lost things; relatives, pets, toys, thumbs.
Deal with it. Move on with it. Life goes on.
Of course, it always ends.
Ends with a gun shot, a stab wound, a heart stopped beating.
I've only known one person who can escape death.
A pretender who can even pretend to be dead.
Jarod, who craves to make life better.
Newsflash for you, Boy Wonder:
Life itself drives a person to neurosis.
Especially mine.
Lunacy.
Dementia.
Obsession.
It's all relative.
Title: All Relative
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, never will.
Rating: G
Summary: Lyle considers life. A series of poems for each member of the
intricate workings of The Centre.
Feedback: Love it. Always have!
All Relative
Psychosis.
Insanity.
Derangement.
So many people think that I'm crazy.
Utterly and totally mad.
Maybe they're right.
Maybe they're wrong.
I guess we'll never know.
Shrinks shy away from me.
I've got too many issues.
Kidnapped, adopted, tortured, disappeared.
My whole life was a bunch of lies.
Bobby Bowman, I am not.
Mr. Lyle, no, still a facade.
A Parker, perhaps.
Oh, wait, another lie.
A Raines. Ahhh...there we go.
Yes, life is so much better knowing that the emphezema stricken doctor is
my father.
At least one thing hasn't changed.
Miss Parker is my twin.
Sometimes I wish I could make things up to her.
I wish I could make her trust me.
I'll never doubt that she's my sister.
It has been tested and been told true.
She despises me.
I despise the life she had before I came.
A mother for nine years, a father who loved her, friends who care for her.
Still she plays the victim.
Of course she's been lied to, who hasn't?
And we've all lost things; relatives, pets, toys, thumbs.
Deal with it. Move on with it. Life goes on.
Of course, it always ends.
Ends with a gun shot, a stab wound, a heart stopped beating.
I've only known one person who can escape death.
A pretender who can even pretend to be dead.
Jarod, who craves to make life better.
Newsflash for you, Boy Wonder:
Life itself drives a person to neurosis.
Especially mine.
Lunacy.
Dementia.
Obsession.
It's all relative.