A/N-I'm insane. I really am. In the past week, I have successfully created a pen name, a website, an obsession, and a fake relationship. I es teh master, true, but back to the point: I'm insane. So, to try to hold onto the trickle of brain matter that is my sanity, I've gone to poetry. And this poem, meant to bring back my sanity, will probably ruin said sanity, because it goes against my code of shipping. And that's why I'm crazy.
It's been forever
since I've seen him.
He looks the same,
but also different.
As he notices me standing here,
that girl near him seems to frown.
"Fearsome Foursome" is his group.
I'll never belong with them.
They joke and laugh and have some fun.
I sulk in the corner.
He doesn't realize that I wouldn't be sad
if he included me.
Late at night,
I think of him.
He doesn't seem to like me.
He doesn't seem to care.
Is it my fault?
Or his?
I'll never get to sleep.
A/N-Since I was ranting earlier, I didn't explain this. This is gasp sukka. BUT with a hint of tokka. Cuz I'm mean that way. This is basically Suki going back to find out "OMG!! Sokka!!! Why didn't you tell me about your team name!?!" And how the others are all, like, family...ish, and she's just on the sidelines like, "Hello!! I'm right here!!"
This was kinda fun. :)