Invader Zim
I see the way you look at me,
The spine-quivering expression of obsession,
From across the classroom,
I'm the only one you keep your eyes on.
I'd pray that the bell would ring,
for I could not stand the pressure that you bring.
The clock seems to stop ticking as I attempt to ignore your ignorant ranting.
"He's an alien! Why won't you people believe me?!" You argue, but look around, Dib.
No one seems to be paying attention.
"LIES!" I scream, making sure that no one believes you.
You tease and torment,
but I always push them away,
along with your giant hippo of a head.
"MY HEAD'S NOT BIG!" You screech, ready to claw my eyes out.
You see passed my disguise, oh yes, I admit it. But who else would be curious enough to examine my pale, green complexion?
Your voice buzzes in my antennas, making me shake with rage.
For how long will I be able to put up with this before I go on a terrible rampage?
But that's just what you want;
To make the wrong words slip.
You will use it against me;
Waiting for the first bead of sweat to drip.
But don't think that I can be fooled so easily;
For I have a perfect plan to plot.
And very soon I will conclude my vengeance sneakily;
Sending you and your race to its DOWNFALL!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Eh… heh heh…
Er… I am normal! (Smiles)
Dib
How can you people be so oblivious to not see?
That the 'weird green kid' is an extraterrestrial being?
I've shown you him without his disguise;
But you only go along with what he claims; 'pink eye'.
But how could that be?!
How could it be true?
If he doesn't have ears like me and you.
His skin is green,
With loss of a nose;
His customs are not normality!
Have you seen him talk about destroying our race?
You should know,
You should care,
Because he's been doing that ever since he landed here.
I know this sounds crazy,
And- STOP SAYING I HAVE A BIG HEAD!
Zim is no human,
So that means that he is a threat!
His race will come to conquer our planet;
Then will make us into slaves.
The only thing I'll have to say is 'I told you.'
However, that day will never come.
Why, you ask? Because I'll stop Zim and one day expose and dissect him!
That'll be when I am finally respected,
Given awards and not being called big-headed.
But the sweetest part is watching the look on Zim's face,
As the pain and agony from the blade takes place.
I'll laugh victoriously when I see him years later,
Him barely alive and kept in a liquid-filled cylinder.
But Zim's expression would not be vicious and blood-thirsty,
It would be pain, misery, sad and lonely.
He brought this upon himself,
But I can't help feeling sorry for the lost, alien soul;
His eyes would be lifeless, skin a grayish green.
He was merely an honorable smeet,
Remembering the memories of the Irken being double-crossed and abandoned;
And now it's heartbreaking to watch the flow of tears that streamed down his cheeks.