Fighting the urge to truly believe,
To reconsider our standings,
To think that you could be the one that is out to get me is impossible, surreal, fake.
I know I'm supposed to be the smart one, the detective,
And you're supposed to be the cultured one, always telling me what to do, from that reason, I guess that's you.
Sitting down to think about this is not what I'm able to do when it's you who could be the one to throw me off track, to confuse- wait- what were we talking about?
SEE- my point EXACTLY, so distracting at times I forget that I'm trying to solve this hidden case that I have against you.
First, you were some smart guy, who also made a perfect score, my exact opposite, the first person I would pick out from a crowd.
Next, you were my subject of study, I kept my eye on you.
Then you were my prisoner, locked up in my web of lies and truths.
Then you were my brother in all things I did:
Board games, eating, investigating too!
To think that all this time, you really hated me, didn't you?
Save your lies to spare my pain,
I need none of YOUR pity, I am stronger than you think.
Stronger than that round house kick I gave you when you punched me in the face.
"an eye for an eye" I gave to you a fraction of my strength,
What am I saying?
This world has enough violence already, I don't have time for this foolishness, I'll leave for now, still fighting the urge to believe my mind, when I consider the possible effect you might have on me.
My first thing on here... I had to write it. Drama class and my eternal sadness about L's