Note: I wrote this one right before school started; or at least began writing it, and fit in finishing it during 2nd hour lol. Once I start writing something, I can't just stop! lol. Well this is in Zuko's mind, reflecting his past, his father, his emotions. I hope this touches you in some way, and please review.
Someone Like You
Every day I see your enduring, relentless mark. The scar that burns inside, because you couldn't think of letting my one mistake suffice. Not in front of all those men, high in your eyes; not to let the world view you weak or empathetic. I begged and cried, and gave my everything to let you see how shamed and remorseful I felt. I let out pleas of sympathy, forgiveness, but in your eyes none such exist. Dreams pass my scorn eyes of the past I loved passionately and never forget. Formidable of all abundance, they threaten my sanity as I remember how at peace we were; how Mom was here and you weren't so different from us, from the world.
You've hidden everything, and changed in ways I can never explain. You took away the ones I loved most and gave me only hate and disgrace. You destroyed my hope, but I continued to believe in you. I continued to have faith that I was still your son. And now, to you I am a failure; and I see it clearly through this fog and storm. I am just an annoyance, a plague, as though I didn't strive, and fight and do all I could and give all I had.
Now I know you never did love me, or care. You never saw me as your son, because I was just not good enough; because I was too weak. I was too different from you.
And I never will be like you. You don't care about anyone except my sister and yourself; except your duty as Fire Lord. That to which dedicating all life to empower those weak, defenseless nations who subside from fire's insane desire. You feed off power and destruction. Only seeking for domination, you lessen the pure nature of endearing fire; not hate and war, but warmth.
So, through all this pain and dishonor, I will never be like you, I won't give in to your power, because I am not weak. I'll always remember how things were, and who you are. And I will not let myself become someone like you.