I am hateful, Hilter's faithful follower

I wonder why I dislike Kyle, why we always bicker

I hear harsh words being icily said,

I see the same fly over my head

I want to change for the better somehow

I am hateful, Hitler's faithful follower

I pretend that Cartman wants to change

I feel the hatred and pain start to ebb and fade away from me

I touch an evasive, non-existant dream

I worry he'll rip me apart at the seams

I cry for the friendship shut away and scoffed at...

I am hateful, Hitler's faithful follower

I understand memories are forever and death happens in a second

I say lies: that he is always at the back of my mind, never in the front.

I dream of knowing true peace and unity.

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A/N: Okay, I officially hate this poem now. I thought it would get better as the writing continued, but it only got worse in my opinion. Oh well. I wrote this one for my Creative Writing class and I had to follow a specific word scheme: I am...I wonder...I hear...I see...I want...(repeat first line)...I pretend...I feel...etc. So I made a poem for myself but thought it would be interesting to write something like it for Kyle/Cartman (converstional thoughts/friendship form). I hope you like it, but fully understand if you did not. : )