I don't own Invader Zim okay? This is a poem I wrote to describe how Dib would feel as the son of the great Professor Membrane deciding between the paranormal and real science
People are so proud
Proud of what he has done
Proud of my blood
Proud of my intelligence
Proud of the accomplishments
A Blessing?
No. A Curse
I am left out from the rest
I am forced to make my own way in the world
Forced to be my own best friend
Forced to be frowned upon for who I really am
Forced to be uncomfortable around others
My price I paid for my praise
I have paid the price of acceptance
I have paid the price of my sanity
I paid away that price and now
I paid away my happiness
Blessings are curses
Curses can be blessings
Is it true?
Is it possible?
Will I find my way in this world?
Will I find my place?
Here I stand
In the shadow of him
My father
The one I am expected to be
The man people assume
I will become
Being myself is not what
Those people allow
So here I stand
In the shadows
Of a great man
Being mocked
All because the real me
Is not who they want
Me to be