Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Schizophrenic ❯ Schizophrenic ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
This idea came from the idea that perhaps, Yami and Yugi aren't seperate, rather Yugi believes there is another one of himself, sort of like the scape goat of himself.


Schizophrenic


If black and white

Darkness and light

Were as separate as they seem to be

Unlike two sides of a coin

Eternally joined

Which then would truly be me?

Arid versus cold

Don't believe what you're told

"Only one person can be inside of you"

I feel like I'm trapped

With no compass or map

There's not just one me, there are two.

Wet among dry

It's not fair, I do try

To put up with the darkness I hold

My thoughts are controlled

And yet I'm consolled

By the one who's name still lays untold.

Old to the new

Please don't let it be true

My other keeps pushing me away

I'm locked and confined

To the depths of my mind

Being forced to do what he shall say.

Night turns to day

Yet he won't go away

His eyes follow me where'er I go

Smiles when I speak

Calls me little, thinks me weak

Acts like there's something I don't know.

Silence breaks sound

I'm nowhere to be found

Yet he's fighting my battles for me

He thinks me too small

To be out there at all

I'm afraid, yes, but please let me free!

Up crashes down

He smiles, I frown

I want to be let out to the world

As the truth opens wide

I run back to hide

To retract from the words thrown and hurled

Sight becomes blind

I can't take what I find

Think about weights that lie over my chest

He comes over to help

I start up with a yelp

Maybe ending this world's for the best

The lonely find love

Gentler than lightest dove

Tears flow down my face like hot rain

My eyes seem to dim

I've just hated me, never him

It's myself that's causing me this pain

Weak grows to be strong

Have I know all along

The other me loves me as well

He yearns to protect me

Yet I still reject me

I won't help me up from where I fell

Song by the mute

Sweeter than softest flute

I can no longer push him away

He must feel what I feel

Pain most certainly real

That recedes with the dawn of new day

Uniform breaks the mold

Recall teachings of old

"Only one shall have the wisdom to see:

The greatest of trials

Is learning to smile"

And me making from two one of me.


Important: Schizophrenia (although that is the title of this poem) is the hearing of voices, loss of connection with reality, etc, NOT a split personality. The correct title of this poem would be dissociative identity disorder, which is no fun at all to say. :P

Please review! Please! Please! Flame me, I don't care. It certainly is cold out here now. I would like to know if people read this.