A/N: This was originally a school assignment (I think I failed). As well as nearly my first attempt to write poetry. (I think I failed at that too.) My knowledge of Transformers outside of the 2007 movie is confined to whatever I managed to read or hear about, so the information I used is all mixed up...this was initially written in stanzas but ffnet changed it...2nd fanfic
A Transformer's Life
Every existence has its troubles,
Its life tainted by plight.
My own difficulties exist from my mere being.
I am Optimus Prime.
I am aware of what I am known as:
Leader of the Autobots, Holder of the Matrix.
Yet because of these titles, my comrades expect everything of me
As well do the Decepticons,
And I do not disappoint.
They trust I am powerful, and I am.
They believe I am wise, and I do not deny it.
But that is not all I am.
The others must think my days are spent with ease.
That as an autonomous robotic organism,
I can do anything.
That once I became holder of the Creation Matrix,
I became the perfect leader - passionate, strong.
They call me a savior,
A noble war hero who defeated the Decepticons and killed Megatron.
I do not feel the way I am depicted,
Whether by human or by Cybertronian.
Despite however much passion I may have,
I did not choose to be a leader. I was chosen to lead.
The Matrix chose me after Sentinel Prime,
Transformed me into a commander.
Now I must wield this power,
That of which I did not ask for, nor the burden it gives for me to carry.
I did not kill Megatron,
That recognition goes to Sam Witwicky.
My comrades may think I know all there is about this war
Between Autobot and Decepticon,
But I do not understand.
Megatron too was once a comrade. We ruled the span of Cybertron together long ago.
Why was Megatron suddenly driven towards ultimate power? What was his purpose?
What would there be left when all had been conquered?
I regret my brother's death;
Regret that I had almost sacrificed my own Spark in his place.
Inside, I have begun to wonder.
What is it like to truly live?
Is it living because you choose to live?
Do I have that leisure? To live or die of my own free will?
The continued existence of the Autobots rests on my shoulders.
The weight of our survival crushes my chest.
Why is it I keep living, keep fighting for life?
Is it a principle? A duty?
My mind drowns in my thoughts; my Spark still swims, searching for an answer.
Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.
And yet, am I free?
Which Spark was Death truly calling that day?
But for my death to occur would mean death of the Autobots.
So, am I not allowed to die?
Perhaps Fate that day had refused to let my Spark fade.
A/N: I am sorry it sounds so terrible. I hope Optimus Prime's character has not been defiled by my awful writing.
Still wondering how the term 'brother' is defined in Cybertronian…