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. : )
