Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
Blackrose
It's funny how we deceive ourselves,
Seeing things that aren't there.
How we override our minds,
With our feelings and pride.
Do we really exist?
Especially me.
Or are we the pawns in a game,
Of a disintegrating design?
Right now I am,
Strung in the web of lies,
Held against the one,
I wished to protect.
To shield from his feelings,
That led to his destruction,
And mine.
A/N: This poem is also in a story that will be up soon.