Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh!

A/n: Thanks for the reviews! The character for the last poem was: -drumroll- Seto Kaiba. Or it could be Yami no Bakura. I really don't know; it's your choice on who you want it to be.

A somewhat vague poem, read and review if you will.

I Never Knew. . .

I never knew who I was

I never knew who I became

I never knew who caused all my pain

I never knew the reason why I was a burden.

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I never knew why I'm here

I never knew why my heart is so hollow

I never knew why I'm drowning

I never knew why I'm so confused

I never knew why I am the way I am

I never knew why my life became my prison

I never knew the reason why I became so broken.

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I never knew what caused all of this

I never knew what happened to my innocence

I never knew what disillusioned me

I never knew what I did to lose my sanity

I never knew what I did to deserve this fate

I never knew what I did to suffer like this

I never knew the reason why I was so cursed.

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I never knew how this could have happened

I never knew how this affected me

I never knew how I became so misunderstood

I never knew how I became so cold

I never knew how I lost my soul

I never knew how I became a puppet

I never knew the reason why I became so lost.

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I never knew when I became like this

I never knew when I became so careless

I never knew when I stopped living

I never knew when I stopped caring

I never knew when I became so numb

I never knew when I became an empty shell

I never knew the reason why I am still here.

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I never knew where I belonged

I never knew where my love was

I never knew where sanctuary was

I never knew the reason why I cannot die.

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I never knew the real me

I never knew the reasons why

Or when or where or how or what.

I never really knew anything at all

I don't even know if I exist.


Thanks goes out to my lovely reviewers:
SnowIce
Sakina
The lady winged knight
pearheart
Ryou Marik

A/n: Sort of weird and vague in my opinion. And random. -shrugs- Review and comment or constructively criticize, whatever works. Till the next poem then.