I wrote this...well, sort of out of the blue. It's about my favorite character from Digimon.
Full of angsty goodness...

Disclaimer: Digimon belongs to someone else, and no matter how much I beg, plead, and bribe, I will never own the rights to it...rats...

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I'm never seen as what I really am.

As the person I am meant to be.

Courage and Friendship.

These traits stand out.

But underneath the outward appearances...

I scream. I cry. I suffer.

I'm always seen as someone else.

Someone who already exists.

They call me a copy.

I am not a copy.

I am myself.

You don't understand me. You will never understand me.

The real me.

Look beyond the hair. The clothes.

These forsaken goggles.

Look deep into my soul, among the turmoil...

As I discover who I truely am, and try to make you see...

But you don't want to see...

But until you look, and look deep,

I will always be seen

As that person I am not.

I will always be...

I am cursed to be...

Forever...

A Carbon Copy...