Author's Note: I do not own the characters of The Pretenders,
but i own these words. The characters are owned by Craig Van Sickle
and Steven Long Mitchell.

Centre of Darkness
By Lichelle


Darkness and terror reign,
In this big, massive rock.
Through deceptions and lies,
My personality they block.

Here, all liberty is gone,
Causing me to mope.
Here in this concrete palace,
No doors, No light, No hope.

They manipulated my mind,
For their want of wealth.
They hid this all from me,
Being sly; movements stealth.

Sims are exercises I do,
I can become anyone I want to be.
But the only person I can't become,
The identity I wish to attain is me.

When I was taken at the age of five,
Down my own identity was hurled.
In here there seemed to be no hope,
Of me to see the outside world.

The day finally came for me,
The day these walls I fled.
I went on seeing revenge,
On those whose hearts were dead.

On the run, day and night,
I found it to be a war.
It was the Centre against me,
So far I've got the higher score.

Defending the weak and abused,
Helping the lame.
They chase after me,
But I'm still ahead in this game.

A genius knows many things,
For I know why I'm sad.
I don't know the truth about my family,
I don't know about my mom and dad.

Memories are what make you whole,
I have mere fragments of my identity.
I want the truth about my past,
About my life, about me.