Authors note: This is a poem about Azula. I know everyone might think she is evil and believe me, I think she is evil too. But I just wanted to make a little tribute to her about who she really might be .

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It is not just a word

It stabs like a knife

It is not just a statement

But it is my life

I bring terror and destruction

I bring sadness and death

Have you ever had so much on you shoulder

There's nothing to regret

When I smile at your failures

It's not because I want to

For if I don't smile

My emotions will seep through

I'm supposed to be a leader

An example if you will

To fall beneath my expectations

You'll only disagree with me till

When you look into my face

All you see are lies

You must look beyond what you see

Farther away are cries

So while you stare at me again

Keeping that secret

Remember who I'm forced to be

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