This is a tribute to Seta, although I don't feel this way for him, I was just writing, and I'm in a really bad mood right now. Oh yeah, this is a great first story…. What the hell, just review, ok, it's like my first poem so tell me what's wrong.
This is from Seta Sojiro's fight during/before his fight with Kenshin. It has absolutely no plot value, that's just the way I write…sometimes…
Plastering a smile on my face
It's not even a pain any more
Pretending, just to be fine
Pretending, just to fit in
Pretending, that I'm just like you
A smile brought to my lips, with
Anger
Pain
Suffering
Fear
And I can't stop it
It feels so natural
It's so real
It's my barrier
My only protection
Please don't take it away
Why won't you let it stay, why won't you let me hide, why is that such a sin in your eyes
What's wrong with hiding?
Everyone does it sometimes
You've gone into hiding
Your perfect mask
Your loving soul
Your wonderful smile
Is it real
Or is it fake
It would be so easy
Smile like you know them
Smile like you love them
Smile like you're the perfect guy
The perfect guy to change their lives
And what right do you have
What right do you have to jerk people around by their strings
To change everyone's standards
And why
Why
Why
Do I have to sit?
Staring at you
Watching you change
Everything that's dear to me
With a smile plastered on my face
With my cheeks in a cheery set
While my anger burns at you, setting your soul on fire, wishing to murder you, wishing you would just go…
Away.
Ok, well, my bad mood's over. So, like it? No? I really don't care. Just tell me 'cause I wanna know, flames are accepted.