What's up, everyone. Its the wonderful fire type here with something new. Poetry. I decided to give this a little!e stab, and I'm making a megathread for me to post poetry on.
Our first one begins with the narrator struggling to maintain between two personalities. One is positive and friendly, one is negative and hostile. In the poem, he tries to hide it, but he knows he has to confront it
Two personalities
I need to hide it. This being that isn't me.
I need to remove it. This is a monster.
I am a being of light, he is a being of dark.
I wan't to be friendly, he wants to be hostile.
This personality can be seen, it must be hidden.
He's not a person, he's me. But not.
No, I can't be that person.
I can't be that way.
I look into a mirror, and turn away.
The horrid monstrosity I see isn't me.
It looks like me, and I want him out.
I throw the mirror onto the ground, the shards flying everywhere.
That monster isn't me, but he is a part of me.
I regret becoming him, I want him gone.
I want to be me.
There's plenty where that came from. And as always, comments and feedback is optional, but highly recommended.
What's up, everyone. Its the wonderful fire type here with something new. Poetry. I decided to give this a little!e stab, and I'm making a megathread for me to post poetry on.
Our first one begins with the narrator struggling to maintain between two personalities. One is positive and friendly, one is negative and hostile. In the poem, he tries to hide it, but he knows he has to confront it
Two personalities
I need to hide it. This being that isn't me.
I need to remove it. This is a monster.
I am a being of light, he is a being of dark.
I wan't to be friendly, he wants to be hostile.
This personality can be seen, it must be hidden.
He's not a person, he's me. But not.
No, I can't be that person.
I can't be that way.
I look into a mirror, and turn away.
The horrid monstrosity I see isn't me.
It looks like me, and I want him out.
I throw the mirror onto the ground, the shards flying everywhere.
That monster isn't me, but he is a part of me.
I regret becoming him, I want him gone.
I want to be me.
There's plenty where that came from. And as always, comments and feedback is optional, but highly recommended.
Edited by Vulpix