AN: This is more of a poem than anything else. It isn't because I was too lazy to write a story its just something I came up with while I was sitting at the computer doing some course work. Let me know what you think. I know with it being L you would expect references to sweets in here somewhere but I thought that adding that element would take away from the other thoughts in this poem.
In the end I know someone's going to win,
I don't know whether it will be me or him.
I've always been a loner,
I've always worked with only one man,
My father figure who has always been beside me.
I want to win, but I want to lose
Never have I been so confused
I've always had a thought,
A master plan,
But I no longer know who I am.
In the end I know someone's going to win,
I don't know whether it will be me or him.
I'm starting to grow tired of his games,
He has always been one step ahead of me,
But I don't want him to walk free,
No I won't let him walk free.
He hides behind that perfect mask
Only I know that it's a farce
A facade
You don't know how much I long to rip it away.
To reveal what he is in the light of day,
To get him to tell me the truth in some way.
I'm like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car,
I can see the danger coming, but I'm too entranced to run far.
Besides I'm the best at what I do,
I keep telling myself there's no need to hide
But maybe I'm only thinking this for the sake of my pride.
I find myself moving towards the light,
Even though I know I should be putting up more of a fight.
In the end I know one of us is going to win,
But who is it going to be, me or him?