I really felt like writing poems, I don't know why. This is my second one, much lighter than my first one. The first is in Lord of the Rings. This is about Skif's identity crisis. Enjoy and please review!
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What can I see, my eyes so clear
That not one other can?
I do not know, I can't I fear
I'm only who I am
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What makes me great, so strong, revered
Admired by all around
I don't feel grand, striking, severe
I don't like what I've found
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I don't like me, you see, I'm fake
It's fraud, that's what I am
These people that I can't forsake
Can't follow me like lamb
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I cannot lead, can't say what's right
I'm often in the wrong
But people think of me to fight
And put me in their song
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I can't have this, why can't they see
What's wrong with their belief?
I'm not a hero, I'm near a flea
For God's sake, I'm a thief.