Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh!
A/n: A twisted little poem that I came up with. It could fit any character that u think to fit. The numbers between the stanzas are the line numbers as well as a placeholder. Hope you enjoy this twisted poem.
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I'm so sick of . . .
I'm so sick of . . .
living in a life of illusions,
behind this mask of misconception.
3
I'm so sick of . . .
my frustrations,
of always being clouded in utter confusion,
always striving for unattainable perfection.
7
I'm so sick of . . .
never meeting father's expectations,
always waiting for his validation.
10
I'm so sick of . . .
staring into a haunted, soulless reflection,
all because of his organization.
13
I'm so sick of . . .
this utterly hopeless situation,
of always and forever in this seclusion
and never reaching my salvation.
17
I'm so sick of . . .
always being in a state of isolation,
never reaching my destination,
that I rather go in the business of prostitution.
21
You're probably so sick of . . .
my objections,
you want to send me to a mental institution.
24
But do you know who I really am sick of . . .
you and your demanding anticipation–
you and your sick fascination–
you and your sick idealization–
of unattainable perfection.
27
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A/n: Well what did u think of this unusual and twisted poem? Who did you think it was? Review and tell me. Hope you enjoyed it, if not, review anyways and tell me how u didn't like it. Flames will be used to burn the 'father' at a stake. See ya. (insert smily face here)
