Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of X-Men Evolution or the X-Men. Why? If I did, Remy wouldn't be apparently dead in the Ultimate Universe. A nice rant on that is coming up on that subject in 'The Road to Forever'.
Author's Notes: I was hit with the title to this poem while writing part of 'The Road to Forever' on the drive back home from our family vacation. I took that title and ran with it. Last poem was from Rogue's POV, this is Remy's. It's really fluffy. I can honestly tell you that writing another poem for this fic never crossed my mind and that I just write them when the inspiration strikes me. My shout out to CF is at the bottom.
THE PRETENDERS
She pretends to be strong.
She pretends to be a fortress, tall and unbreakable.
She pretends to be a stone, cold and emotionless.
She pretends to be indifferent, untouchable by emotion.
She pretends to be standing tall, brave and courageous.
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I see her and I know, I know she's teetering.
I see her in reality, stripped away from the falsehoods.
I see in her emerald eyes the suffering and torment.
I see not her strength but her tiredness.
I see her unshed tears, the pain that festers in her heart.
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I can feel the emotions swimming around her in chaos,
Knowing that they are threatening to explode out.
They eat her inside, wear at her soul,
Making her heart bleed, weakening her body,
Destroying her mind, fading her away,
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But she's trapped to keep them inside.
Never letting anyone see her in truth.
Because the truth hurts too much.
To release them would be dangerous.
To release them would expose her too much.
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Every day she gets more worn.
Every day she's weakened further,
By all that surrounds her,
By all that haunts her soul.
No one sees that, no one seems to care.
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The girl's dark and distant, haunted and hellish,
But I can see the beauty buried deep within.
The splendor that she hordes way, that no one gets to see.
I can see into her soul and it's magnificent and pure.
Why is it forever hidden in darkness?
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Her cursed skin keeps her bound to solitude.
It glistens in the night like an eerie pearl,
From the glossy light of the silver moon.
Her tortured heart, soul, mind and body call to me.
Unknowingly to her, but she needs me.
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Her hair dances like the last trails of smoke from a dying fire,
Twisting like a ghoul, behind her in
Waves of auburn and the purest white,
White of an angel,
Sitting on the roof, contemplating it all.
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Her body is tucked and I see what they don't.
I see the way her shoulders shake,
The way her body shudders,
The way sobs escape her mouth,
When the iridescent tears fall down her face.
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She cries and it breaks my heart.
She's mourning for her sad and pitiful life.
Her despicable existence,
Cursed to never have what she so desperately needs.
It's a haunting sound that chills my soul.
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She's so completely and utterly broken.
Soundlessly, I near her anguished body.
Slowly, I draw her close to me, holding her.
Sobs begin to silent, but she still cries.
Soon, her body forms to mine, drawing comfort.
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Wordlessly, I hold her, stroking her hair,
Waiting until the tears no longer fall from
Her beautiful face that should never
Have such atrocities leak forth in sorrow.
Betrayal, suffering and longing hang heavy in her heart.
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Somehow, looking into her sad eyes,
I think she knows, knows that wordlessly
I have sworn to be there for her.
Sworn to protect her from all that will try to assault her soul.
I have sworn to make her smile, to make her happy.
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Wordlessly, she looks into my eyes in awe.
She somehow thinks they're beautiful.
But I'm a demon, in every sense of the word.
How can she dare to never believe that?
How can she believe in me when I'm not worthy of it?
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She sees the good in me, a soul that's worth saving.
The broken heart that needs mending.
The suffering behind the silence.
The frail soul, bound for darkness.
The body which so desperately seeks shelter from it all.
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I know that she sees I'm pretending.
Pretending that I'm happy when I'm enveloped by despair.
Pretending that nothing can touch me,
Pretending by masking my pain with pleasurable company.
Pretending that nothing kills me about my past.
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She sees all the misery in me.
Just as I can see it in her, marring her soul.
She wants to make me better too.
Somehow, maybe, she'll be the one to save my soul.
Maybe I'll save her too and someday,
We'll be free from it all.
I hope you enjoyed that, as always, I encourage you to review. Thanks to CF for doing so. I was pleasantly surprised and really touched that you reviewed and loved my first poem so much. Once again, since it gets somewhat neglected sometimes, UPDATE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!
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