Author's note: This is the first thing I have ever posted on Fanfiction . Reviews and constructive criticism greatly appreciated! I wrote this poem the other day, while thinking about what made Bakura who he is. Poor guy! You really have to feel sorry for him if you think about it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! so don't sue me.
A dark past,
a dark mind.
What else can they expect
of one like me?
Scarred as a small child,
forced to watch
my family and friends
die before my eyes.
Revenge,
sweet revenge.
My only thought,
my only motivation.
Stumbling through life,
growing in strength,
gaining power,
tending the hatred in my heart.
Until one day,
when
I knew.
The day I found
I was now ready.
I challenged the hated figure
and I almost won.
But I was sealed away,
for they hoped Eternity.
5000 years,
a continent away.
My options are again open,
to resume my never ending hunt.
Held back
by my Hikari,
and stalled by the Pharoah's friends,
I will not give up.
I think to myself,
sometimes in the dead of night,
"Am
I doing the right thing?"
It disturbs me.
They try to change me,
to bring me to the light,
I play along.
Thank Ra I can act.
Secretly,
I continue my plans.
Quietly,
I wait again.
They really think
they
can change me.
They truly believe
that I'm different now.
Hatred is all
I have ever known,
all I can do,
all I can ever be.
In the Shadow's comfort,
I form new plans.
Never will I give up,
until my goals are completed.
A dark past,
a dark mind.
What else can they expect
of one like me?