This is a short songfic for Crawling, by Linkin Park. (Dib's Point of View [exagerated?]
(Dib is in his room, looking over pages in his diary. He sighs and pushes it away. Dib looks curiously up at the walls of his room. Dib thrusts himself upon his bed, frustrated.)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
(Dib thinks back to yesterday, when he accused Zim of being an alien in front of everyone, and getting laughed at. Dib askes himself why.)
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/Confusing
This lack of self-control is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
(Dib thinks back to reality, yet sees himself trapped in the insecurity of his room.)
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sence of confidence and I'm convinced
That there is too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
(Dib brings his trembling hands to his face, and looks into his mirror. He looks weak and beaten up.)
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/Reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sence of confidence and I'm convinced
That there is too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
(Dib lays, face up, on his bed, fearful, almost awed by the power that emotionally surrounds himself.)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real.
(Dark smokey demons surround Dib in the room, as Dib lies, in pure horror.)
Thank you for reading. Review if you get the chance!
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(Dib is in his room, looking over pages in his diary. He sighs and pushes it away. Dib looks curiously up at the walls of his room. Dib thrusts himself upon his bed, frustrated.)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
(Dib thinks back to yesterday, when he accused Zim of being an alien in front of everyone, and getting laughed at. Dib askes himself why.)
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/Confusing
This lack of self-control is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem
(Dib thinks back to reality, yet sees himself trapped in the insecurity of his room.)
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sence of confidence and I'm convinced
That there is too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
(Dib brings his trembling hands to his face, and looks into his mirror. He looks weak and beaten up.)
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/Reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Without a sence of confidence and I'm convinced
That there is too much pressure to take
I've felt this way before
So insecure
(Dib lays, face up, on his bed, fearful, almost awed by the power that emotionally surrounds himself.)
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real.
(Dark smokey demons surround Dib in the room, as Dib lies, in pure horror.)
Thank you for reading. Review if you get the chance!
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(O P