Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
A/N: My first attempt at non-rhyming poetry. It started out as me whining about getting in trouble again. Then it turned into Near talking about Mello. Now it's Mello talking about Near. ^^ This is about when Near is chosen as L's successor.
The decision is made
Your face is apathetic
Your eyes are dry
But my world shatters
Before me
It can't be! This is wrong!
There's no way you won again
It's just not fair
You always win
Ev'ry time
No! I refuse to lose
I've worked my whole life for this
You won't beat me
I can still win
Just you wait
So what if you were picked?
I'll be first aother way
I'll leave this place
I'll surpass you
On my own
And when that does happen
Even more importantly
Than being first
Is the fact that
You won't be
A/N: So how was it? Good? Bad? So horrible that I should never attempt anything like it again? Tell me. If it's not totally suckish then I plan on turning it in for my creative writing club assignment.