The Rogue
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution, and the only place Rogue belongs
to me is inside my twisted mind. I think that takes care of all the legal
mumbo jumbo.
Dedication: To anyone who's ever wanted something they couldn't have; and
to all of those who have found everything they never knew they always
wanted. (Yes, veiled reference to my wonderful fiancée, don't blame me, I'm
in love)
Rogue: Just get on with the poem, or the gloves are coming off.
Panicky Author: And so without further ado. Here's the poem.
You don't want to get near me; I'm the untouchable.
Don't say that you want to be my friend.
A Goth gal like me is nothing but trouble.
You'll only get hurt in the end.
Don't pretend to see more than there is;
don't tell me my attitude is just an act.
I can kill with something as simple as a kiss.
That's not attitude, just cold hard fact.
So just drop your hand, I can stand on my own.
It's better this way, just don't ask me why.
I'm a rogue; used to being alone.
It's how I was born, it's how I'll die.
I'm locked away from the world by my genetic curse,
And by tempting me with what I can't have you just make it worse.