I started out with just one character, but now have decided to expand on that. So if you've seen this poem before, that's why! I'm going to be touching on a variety of characters around the time when they first discovered their abilities, their thoughts in poetry form. The updates should be fairly frequent, so keep a lookout!
If you'd like to see a certain character, let me know in your reviews.
This first one focuses on Gabriel as the persona of Sylar creeps in.
Hope you all enjoy!
-Licia
Simply
Can't you just accept
What I am
Who I am
How I am?
Simple. Simply.
Not enough. Never good
enough.
Potential, you say?
Wasted, you say?
Expectations alight, but never settle
like birds driven from their perch
by persistent, grating words.
Accept me for what I've become.
Can't be done?
Then I'll thrash. Break the chain and
smirk at the restraints.
Become better. More terrible than ever
imagined.
The ghost of a frown
lingers.
But no.
Adapting, changing, evolving.
Conforming to an outline.
Stark white, bleeding though.
See my hands now, dripping.
Each splash, each crimson puddle
echoes of newness, tainted conformity brought about
by Expectations.
Like what you see?
Am I showing enough
potential?
You built this, made this.
Twisted, corrupted
a mind.
Shoved it through a distorted mold.
And I've hardened now,
fired in a kiln laced with
condescending glances, glares.
Donned a new skin
scritchy scratchy, taunt and stiff.
Break it in, society hisses. Learn to love it.
Oh, I love it.
Adore it.
Wrap my arms around it, manipulate.
Satisfying smirk
flashes from the shadows
of change.
Expectations are nightmares.
Watch as I steal
through cloying sleep
with a new heartbeat.
Hear it?
Listen.
Ca-chink. Ca-chunk.
Broken.
Like a monster.
Not simple anymore.
Never.