So, here is the fifth, and we're almost at the end, only three more, and it's over. And you know what, I'll miss writing it, even though it is basically the same poem over and over again. Hope you enjoy it, and review.
Disclaimer: I claim not that I own Teen Titans, but that I am nearly sixteen.
Who are they?
Robin
Who is he?
Who is he to claim my face?
Who is he to claim my identity?
With his one liner and catch phrase,
To ally with me in a daze?
His personal demon.
He has fought me, and I helped him.
To the edge of his sanity.
And he has yet to put me in prison.
He claims to be a leader.
Someone of authority and power.
Yet when I am finish, he will need her.
He fights for what is mine, but not anymore.
Because I know the truth about his days of yore.
Because I am his personal demon.
Yet may-haps I am wrong.
I am a criminal.
A thief in the night, I make things look dismal.
He allies with me, but that is no why he cries.
He is a child,
But only half so, but at least he tries.
He had a family, with talents and many a skill.
But then some man came,
And he decided he wanted to kill.
He was many things,
A hero, a thief, a sidekick, an apprentice.
Alas, he is none of those things.
I can give him stability, but at a cost.
His ever desire sated, save for the one that's lost.
And it's the one he craves the most.
He will always become me,
Yet I am his personal demon.
We are the same person.
He has no right to mock me, nor himself.
He has no right to befriend me, nor his team.
He has no right to battle me, not his team.
He has no to be the hero that he is.
He is my enemy.
I am my enemy.
And I will live till he dies.